and it was then, i realized.

my husband sometimes

complains, always, that it takes way

to long for me to get ready.

and that i get too dressed up for everything,

even for just a trip to the grocery store.

so i teased him that i from then on

i will just

get up. get dressed. run the brush through the hair.

brush the teeth. throw something on. & go.

& so i did. just one day. and the one day that i did.

ran into an old friend. i looked like a mongrel. im sure.

i felt like a mongrel. i know.

& it was that day i realized.

there is nothing wrong with being a high maintenence girl.

so i tell him, either continue to complain

or learn to have more patience.

for i am. and will always be, totally girly.

and will always take entirely too long to get ready.

and will always over dress for the occasion.

i just dont do jeans and tshirts.

and it was then, i realized.

that was ok.

i need some new shoes.