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.