So, there are many occasions where I hate being a girl. Don't get excited - I am not looking to be a BOY with all their friggidy-diggidyness, but some things aren't at ALL fair to us glorious women creatures. AM I RIGHT, LADIES? The whole carrying-a-baby, pushing-a-watermelon-out-a-hole-the-size-of-a-chapstick-tube, monthly happy hour thing..... not so crazy about.
I am very lucky to be married to a wonderful, playing-in-the-mud-kind-of-boy, that always tells me he loves me and I'm beautiful to him no matter what. But he's a liar too. He will never help me with the hair question.