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On average, you can count on me to say “I hate being a Girl!!” at least five times a month. Once, when I realize I can’t get the lid off the ever so infuriating pickle jar. Second, would be when my Boss decides to come in and talk down to me in a way he doesn’t with my male counterpart. Third, happens about halfway home from walking across my property, when it dawns on me that I have to pee so bad my eyes are turning yellow, and there is an increasingly ienticing bush right next to me. Fourth would occur about the time I figure out I am PMSing . And the fifth would be when I hear Aunt Flo ring the doorbell.

Don’t get me wrong… I curse being a woman more often that that at times and sometime not at all, which is why I included important words like average and about.

However, this month has been an exception. I have realised several times recently that being born of the fairer sex definitely has its advantages. For example, standing in the China Express line I was bumped to the front simply because I was carrying a friends baby. Then a hottie held the restaurant door open on a cold day and said “ladies first.” (hubba hubba, warmed my blood)

Things of that nature have been happening to me all month. I’m not sure what has gotten into the water but I am so not complaining. Anyway, the icing on the cake was last night when I was outside and freeeeeezing my bum off smoking a cigarette. I noticed that I had to pee, and I had to go like now! While unbuttoning my pants and assuming the position a thought came to mind….”at least I don’t have to steady my junk with these cold ass hands!”

Thus another reminder as to why I really am glad I’m a chick!

Much Love,

RoRo

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