Girlie.

You know, sometimes it just stinks being a girl. One minute you are the happiest person on the planet, the next you're weeping for no reason. I don't get it. Sometimes, it's not so bad. Some days, it's just bad. Like today. One little note in the mail sent me to a weepy mess.
I'm also girlie in other ways. I like to be clean and neat and organized and clothes somewhat matching and such. I like things done for me, like pumping my gas. But I'll get dirty with the best of them. I am a hard worker. A girlie hard worker who laughs while crying.
There ya go. Whatev.
Love!