”Not bad, not bad at all!” I mumbled to my mirror image as I gently brushed through my hair. After what felt like a week of bad hair days, my thick blonde mane had finally decided to cooperate and now framed my face with soft curls. I was getting ready for a night out. It was my husband Tom’s birthday, and we were soon supposed to meet up with some of our closest friends at a nice restaurant just a couple of blocks from o...