When did I become such a Frump Girl?
On the weekends (or days off that I take in the middle of the week like today) I'm all business. I have a list of things that need doing and I wake up, toss on my clothes and go. Bed head, bad breath (not really...I DO brush my teeth first...I mean yuck!), I rub the sleep from my eyes, don't even bother looking in the mirror, (bra? what bra?) and I'm gone! Things to do!
So it always comes as a surprise to me when SM comes up and gives me a hug and a kiss when he wakes up in the morning. Especially when Frump Girl is in the house.
"Ack...Frump Girl!" I protest shrugging him off. He just snuggles in harder.
"You look fine." He reassures me.
"Ha!" Even I can see the bags and the freaked out curly hair in the window reflection. "I'm a witch, a hag!"
"No, you're not. You might be a bitch and a nag from time to time." He says grinning at me. "Look...You just woke up and I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet and you're hard at it. Have I told you how much I appreciate all of your hard work?"
"Yeah, but I look still terrible." I respond.
"Have you taken a close look at me this morning?" SM asks.
"Well, you are looking a bit rough around the edges but since I like my men to look like men, you look pretty good to me." I reply. "Is this what happens to us after we've been married as long as we have? Frump Girl and Crusty Old Guy?" I ask.
"On second thought...don't answer that." I say putting up my hand in the stop position.
(*I still look 25 in my head, though...)