Conceited?

Someone told me today I was conceited. I kind of laughed. I feel like I am starting to learn to love myself. I have been getting pedicures every two weeks, tanning every day (or other day), wearing my contacts, wearing cuter clothes, doing my make up very well, and making sure my hair is done right.

I think what helps is that other people are noticing it, so I want to make myself look even better. But M, hasn't said much. He usually doesn't say anything unless I start the conversation about it, like "Hey M, look at my legs, you can see em!", he then nods and says "Yeah, they look better." I wish he would tell me I looked good (not better) without me prompting.

On the contact front, my eyes are so much better today, still very red, but not nearly as bad as yesterday, Thank God. I am thinking about stopping by the eye doctor tomorrow to drop a little cake or something by to her. She was so helpful yesterday despite her front desk girl being such a fucking bitch. We shall see.

T-3 days until vacation trip #1 of 2.