I love being a girl

I do, I do, I love being a girl.  

I love the shoes.

High heels, flats, boots, sandals, flip flops, tennis shoes...

I love the makeup.

Lipsticks, eye shadows, eye liners, mascaras, bronzers...

I love the clothes.

Dresses, pjs, jeans, t-shirts, baby doll tops...

I love the jewerly.

Rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and did I mention BLING?

I love the smells.

Home cooking, flirty perfumes, warm sexy candles...

I love the hair products.

Shampoos, conditioners, hairsprays, flat irons...

I love the love.

Slow sweet kisses, playful fighting, hugs, cuddling, the silence, the passion, the love...

However, some of these things do not mix with today's weather.  Rain, rain and more rain.  So on days like today... I love ponytails, pjs, blankets, chocolate and chick flicks.  As "girls" we deal with a lot.  Aunt Flo, drama from another mama, you know - the things guys never, ever deal with.  Going to work on a rainy day shouldn't be one of them.

My suggestion... let the men go out and work in the rain (they say we can't drive in it anyway) and let us girls stay home in our pjs and ponytails, under our blankets, eating our chocolate and watching our chick flicks (it should be a mental health day anyway)... who knows the men might come home to women with a new attitude.  He just might have a home cooked meal and a good lookin, do anything to please her man woman waiting on him to walk through that door. 

HAHA... maybe, just maybe.