girl facts...

(or some of mine, at least)

you don't have to wait until february 14th to spend a bazillion dollars on roses. i would enjoy fresh flowers any day, even wild roadside finds.

when you know how i take my coffee or my favorite things to snack on, it’s loverly.

romance doesn't have to stress you out or break the bank. it’s the simplest of things or sweetness that really counts.

i do appreciate some sword fighting, ass kicking, testosterone filled movies, but i will not pretend that the genre's my bag. i adore a good chick flick at heart. (eek, or horror!)

slave over a hot stove, go ahead...i like that. (especially if you pick up the dirty dishes tab)

kisses are always welcome. slow dancing is too. (music is optional)

at times i cry. no reason. relax, you didn’t do anything.

i might love the monkey just a tad bit more...it's nothing personal. i hope you feel the same!

it has to be perfect...it just does. i don't know why, just go with it.

the moments when i’m most agitated...i know you're trying to be funny, but it's not helping.

if i'm over emotional or complicated chances are it’s not even "that lady time." aren’t you a lucky guy?

i really do like other women. society wants us to hate each other for some reason. truth is, secure gals long for the girl's night, the buncos, the lunch dates, the book clubs. no men, no kids...hell yeah!

bubble baths with candles & music can make the world drift away...who doesn't need that?!

aspca & feed the children commercials will always hit that soft spot.

i like when you tell me that i look good...on off days & special occasions. or pretty much whenever. but, i still don't fully believe you. don't try to figure that out.

when guys listen & remember things, it's like a miracle.

foot rub & back massage requests aren't always a gateway to sex. my feet & back do ache...just saying. (this is also a nod to the phrase "i'm exhausted"...it's not a cold dagger to your manhood, it actually means..."i'm exhausted!")

i swoon at the way you play & love & talk to our child. warm fuzzies every time.

i'm still convinced that a woman invented the microwave oven...who else would've vied for a hot meal after everyone else was fed & happy? am i wrong?

i get giddy over pink & lace & sparkly stuff, but if it's dirt & grime that must go down...i don't even wince at the challenge.

i may not prefer guns or range places or bullet shells as decor, but i do appreciate the thought of being safe from potential bad guys & zombies when the world finally goes to crap.

when i can't find a certain pair of shoes or a shirt or whatever, it's just because i want to look my best...for you.

there's always a method to my madness...my estrogen fueled, freak out-ish madness.