Growing up, I wanted to be a lady, and while Hubby frequently tells me I’m so “lady-like”, he does so with a smirk and a sarcastic tone. My role models were characters like Meg in Little Women or Mary Ingalls in Little House on the Prairie. I learned needlepoint, crocheting, tatting, and embroidery. I learned how to keep a house, how to take care of a family, and how to cook (I’m pretty sure I could have used more lessons though)…I was gentle and sweet, prim and proper. So what happened? I’m the only girl in a family with three guys, unless you count our guinea pigs (but they eat their own poop so I don’t think they count) and I’ve been exposed to noxious fumes for just too long. I can make a grown man blush. There are lines that I am not afraid to cross. Fortunately, there are 5 “guy” things that I still can’t do!
- I can’t write my name in the snow.
- I can’t make armpit fart noises.
- I can’t laugh at the Three Stooges.
- I can’t belch my ABCs.
- I can’t fart or belch on command – it’s all about timing (volume, depth…and the smell for the benefit of the deaf)!
Hubby also frequently tells me, “you’re such a guy,” (even in the bedroom…but a lady never tells)!