Girly Girl

No, I am not a girly-girl. I once took a Facebook test titled, "How Girly Are You?" and scored a 0%.

Zero percent. Yeah, not good for the feminine ego. And while, yes, it can be said that I primarily live in tennis shoes, rarely carry a purse, have out-right ordered my husband to never buy me jewelry and consider power tools a perfectly acceptable anniversary gift, I'm not exactly SNL's Pat for crap's sake!

I vehemently disagree with my Facebook score. Anyone that knows me knows that, at a minimum, I should have scored in the tenth percentile! In defense of my Girliehood, I would like to present to you the following evidence:

My favorite color is pink.
I prefer chick flicks over any other genre of movie (The Hangover is a chick flick, right?)
I pay considerable attention to my hair.
I love decorative pillows.
I will not handle bugs or anything that emits a liquid substance when threatened.
I watch Lifetime for Women.*

And I paint my toes! See:

I purchased some of those pretty, flowery sticky thingies to decorate my toes with but, alas, I have given birth to a true, dyed-in-the-wool girly-girl and she claimed them as her own right away and I haven't seen them since.

Hmm...maybe I should have Punky start taking my tests for me!

*Okay, that one is a lie. I hate that channel. It sounded good for a minute though.