I love my husband. I really do. And I love my guy friends - in a soley platonic sense, of course. But I am a girl. And they are boys. And when I hang out with Andrew and Matt and Andrew sometimes I want to scream. There is only so much Halo, Boston sports (and I'm a sports fan), beer, and other boy topics of conversation I can deal with. I'm a girl. I'm having particularly good hair day today. Do they care? No. I bet if you asked them, only two of them could actually tell you what color hair I have. I discovered a new fabulous way to do my eye shadow. It is completely lost on these people. They want to play Beirut. I want a Cosmo. They want to go stare at women (even my husband). I want to chat about Grey's Anatomy. But I love them. I really do.
I am being forced to play Beirut now.
2 comments:
We didn't really force you to play Beirut. Other than that, guilty as charged.
creative license.
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