Let's Get Girly

Okay, so people who know me know that I am not in the slightest what one would refer to as a 'girly girl.' But I have my moments. Like on my SD trip I ended up buying a sun dress and some red high heals. (ow ow! I'm one hot momma, i know.) Anyway, besides from the random dress buying event, I'm pretty boyish.

I've always been better friends with boys than with girls anyway. In high school my German teacher could've sworn that I had older brothers, but no. Just younger ones. I can't even say little brothers anymore because they are both bigger than me. Ha, ha. I remember though, it started in 5th grade when I would have rather played basketball with the boys than ride the swings with the girls.

But there is really one big deciding factor that makes the world go "yep, this one is indeed a GIRL" and we have nicknamed this factor TOM. TOM is annoying and comes to visit for a whole week at a time. I've never had much trouble with TOM before, but being away in college and a whole lot less active than I used to be, TOM and I are quickly becoming mortal enemies.

Now, I don't really write about this stuff a lot because I know a lot of people don't want to read about it, or hear about it and most of us would like to pretend that TOM doesn't even exsist. However, I was blog-hopping earlier and I stumbled across one of the funniest things I do believe I've ever seen. In my life.

It was a letter to Tampax. Asking for a snickers bar to be included with every purchase. Chocolate is supposed to make you feel better right? (And I had some oreo truffles today at work - seriously? there is no reason for how amazing it tasted.) So this is a great idea.

And being the curious little teen girl that I am, I had to read her comments too. All the comments I read agreed with the idea. (beacuse it's AWESOME!) And there were some comments about how come TOM comes to visit so often even when we're done having kids? Well I loved one lady's answer. Seriously I laughed out loud for probably a good five minutes. (Dad, I'm warning you - if you haven't stopped reading yet, you MAY want to look away.)

In response to the comment about why do we need a uterus when we have decided to be done with procreating, one lady remarked that "yes you need your uterus, it keeps you from growing facial hair ;)"

But this was not the concensus because a debate ensued about some women still getting what were called "trucker mustaches" and I don't know if I should be worried or not. Ha, ha. But anyway I thought the whole idea was just hilarious and felt like sharing. Sorry to my male readers for the girly post. They are few and far between and you'll just have to deal with it. :-)