buh-bye, britney.

For YEARS, I have been consistently told that I look like Britney Spears. (This is not a compliment) I have a few fairly entertaining stories surrounding this, but I'll spare you the details - except for one incident.

As I was trying on sunglasses on Chicago's truly magnificent mile, a lady approached me in a too close for comfort kind of way. She looked at me somewhat creepily from every angle before telling me she thought I, in fact, was - Britney Spears. Ummm. No. But may I add that at the time, Britney Spears was about 8 months preggo. And I - may I remind you - was obviously, not. Awesome.

So, this brings me to present day. Relieved that I have gone close to a year now without being told of this resemblance, my heart sunk a little bit yesterday when I was at the children's hospital and a mom of one of the little kiddos told me I 'reminded her of someone.' Please, no. Please, NOT her ...

"You look like Carrie Underwood."

Best. Compliment. Ever. And although I do not see any resemblance (Carrie's hair will forever be an unattainable dream of mine ...), I will gladly accept this compliment. She even said she called her husband to tell him that Carrie Underwood was taking care of their son. Woot!

So, to that lovely lady, I say - thank you. You're crazy to think I look like her, but thank you for breaking the trend. I'm not gonna lie. I secretly hope this trend continues ...