One of my favourite things about my mom is her lack of concern about her appearance. For some reason she has recently had these pieces of hair on the side of her head that are really short (I've been telling her it must be hormones; otherwise she ripped some hair out with a hair elastic somehow). This morning we laughed at the ridiculousness of these short pieces of hair flinging outward from her head. I love this about her. Not that she's unbothered about everything, but her "what can ya do" attitude toward things like appearance has had a very positive impact on how I think about things sometimes.
A reminder to not take things so seriously all the time, hm? ;)