that's what little girls are made of.
So, this is what I'm thinking, either we lose that sugar and spice as we grow into women OR I am somehow a woman and missed out on those ingredients when I was being put together OR I am not really a woman.
Hmmm . . . now which can it be?
At any rate, I wish my temper were lavender and chamomile and not jalapeño and fire ants. That's all I'm saying.
