Girlie Girls

Q: How many Mormon Mommy Bloggers does it take to pump gas?
A: None. He fills up her minivan for her when he takes the boys to scouts.

I don't know what makes me think of this stuff... Except maybe women to use phrases like:
"Yesterday I had some fun with my sisters instead of working on today's post. It was really great and exactly what I needed. We ate a yummy lunch, shopped a little, and then we got wild and crazy and dyed each other's hair :) "

Seriously, I used my birthday spa manicure/pedicure on Monday when The Husband had the day off. I'm walking around with "Aphrodite's Pink Nightie" on my fingers and "Diva of Geneva" on my toes. I feel like such a girl.

I never did get used to hanging out with girls. I was never very popular in middle school, and I was a band jock in high school. Once I discovered boys, I never looked back. It didn't help that I was in the school of science at Purdue in college. I never personally knew any women. When I did have roommates, I never shared clothes or make up with them because all my roommates were short and busty. And makeup? Who wears makeup in college? Oh. My roommates? I lived with women who had beauty routines that they performed with religious regularity. But it never took.

Sometimes I envy girls. *sigh* I'll just have to console myself with the fact that even though my husband doesn't fill my gas tank, build the bookcases, plant the trees, or teach the kids to ride bikes, I DO. I am Mom. I rock.

But not as beautifully as a girl.