Crying isn't always a bad thing

Ok, if you happened to be lurking around a craft store parking lot in Omaha yesterday, and noticed a woman in a golden Scion bawling her eyes out, fret no more. It was me, and I wasn't sad - I was extremely happy. It was over 50 degrees outside, bright sun, and I was without head covering, feeling the breeze on my face as I walked back to my car after experiencing some eye-candy in the Hobby Lobby. When I walked up to the car and saw my reflection sans hood, it hit me that I was a totally free woman, headgear-wise. That just hasn't happened all that often since August 2006. I pulled myself together, and drove home grinning. I don't know if I will be repeating it anytime soon, since I was bright red on the radiated side of my face last night at bedtime (the sun really kicks up the burn in my face, all over again.) But man, it was sweet while it lasted.