This post is dedicated to my bff Rachel who adopted a cat this week, and who sells me Mary Kay at half price.
To my complete surprise it has turned out to be It Sucks to be a Girl Week here at Crissy’s.
We’ve covered lots and lots of lady business and I feel we’ve bonded, don’t you?
And the boys will forgive us for making them all kerfuffle-y because we talked about our
I’m sure of it.
Yesterday we talked about poop, and everyone knows poop is “boy stuff” so that post was for them and it made them happy I think. And there’s something very special at the end of this post for them too.
Ok, ummm…let’s see. What else sucks about being a girl?
so many things…so ma-
Oh, I know!
What would Crissy’s It Sucks to be a Girl Week be without a discussion on the products it takes for me to look even half way acceptable to society? Compare my list to my husband’s and it becomes rather clear why he has time to do stuff like learn how to edit videos and I don’t.
These go in my hair every day:
And then several times a year I go for highlights that cost $50 million dollars per visit. This is very important as I don’t know what my real hair color is because I haven’t seen it since the early 90’s. It might be blonde, but I don’t want to find out it’s not so let’s just say I’m a Natural Blonde. Mmm-kay?
This is what goes in Mr.’s hair:
And he spends only $18 a month for a haircut.
And I brush my teeth and floss and use whitestrips every day.
Today I went to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned because nobody likes a toothless girl except maybe people who live in trailers, but we don’t live in one and we don’t want to so I floss my teeth and see my dentist like every good girl with a dental plan should.
My husband brushed his teeth once (I’m hoping) and did not floss and would never bother with whitestrips. Ever.
These are the things that go on my face in the mornings only.
So that’s a total of 21 things that I use on my head alone in the morning. There’s a whole other mess that goes on at night and I’d show you but you don’t care.
Yesterday I went to the dermatologist to have my face lazered and then burned with acid. It was a lovely experience and after the redness and the blotchyness and the flaking and the shinyness and the peeling and the burning go away I’m sure I’ll look days younger!
This is what Mr. puts on his face:
His total is 5. He uses 5 things in the morning and that’s not even every morning because he cannot be bothered to bathe that often. He can’t even be bothered to put on underpants, but that’s a whole ‘nuther topic for a different day.
I’ll stop here because I know the boys are dying to see what their surprise is. I guess I just needed a little girl time this week and I know it has been so very, very difficult for the boys. I think their pretty heads might explode if I go into a discussion of the virtues of Shea butter and Mary Kay Mint Bliss foot lotion.
Don’t worry fellas. Next week is all about you and we’ll drink beers and hang around in our underwear and talk about guns and bombs and nailing chicks and stuff.
Have some boobies.