I love being a girl...

I went to Walmart today. I hate Walmart. It's too big and I had to walk all over creation just to try to find things (I say try because they so often do not have what I need). So what do I do? I wear my ginormously high red espadrilles to walk all over creation in. Why would I do such a thing? I even told myself to wear my flip flops, you'll be much happier in your flip flops I said, but I couldn't resist my girly red shoes. I just love being a girl. I can't help myself, it is so much fun. I even did my hair flipped up instead of under today (does doing your hair like a Charley's Angel count for creativity?) When we first moved here one of my great disappointments was that the first time Rick and I went out to eat together, I was the only one in the joint that had dressed up. I love getting dressed up for a hot date with my man--is that so wrong? I know this must come from years of watching my gorgeously, flawless mother. I can't think of a time when she wasn't completely put together. I love that about her. I can only hope to age as beautifully as she has. (please, please tell me I got those genes) And my sister...please, she makes me look like a shlumpadinka. I love my family, I love my shoes, and I love being a girl. (But I still hate Walmart)