Over time, many of us have commented on the idea of the woman within each of us. One of the drawbacks to that (as well as one of the benefits) is that she's always there.
Here's what I mean. This morning, I set out in guy mode to do a guy sort of thing: go to the hardware store to get a couple of tools needed for a project. On the way, without even planning to do so, I pulled into Target. 45 minutes later, I walk out with a new skirt, dressy trousers, mascara, two pairs of stockings, and a few other things. (Target's discount racks are a magnet. The skirt, a cute knee length black A-line number cost $5 US!) Anyway, I got in the car, came home, tried everything on in the mirror, then went to work.
I never made the hardware store.
Who's in charge here?
This is the only place I can tell THAT story!