I'm most definitely a girlie girl, but pink is not my thing. I'm more of a periwinkle, but I can work with teal or hunter's green.
Mum's a Brit, so we always had British accents. I can turn it on in a snap, but it sounds much nicer on guys than me. We did afternoon tea every day, and Mum always did it up big. No matter if it were just we two she would use her best service. We are civilized, you know.
We never had boy's toys around, but Dad's tools were everywhere! I can use most of them, too, but I don't let Cap know. Might hurt his ego if he knew I could have fixed that drawer in half the time he did.
But I love being treated like a lady, taking a bath two or three times a day, and wearing nice things. I can't go out until my hair's done. I need my lipstick within arm's reach at all times. I go camping but I need my air mattress and mosquito net. Better yet, a pull behind camper! We did that last time and I loved it!
I shot a shotgun a couple of months ago. Skeet only, nothing living. I'd rather not shoot a shotgun again. Not only was it too loud, but the bruise has just cleared up.
I want to jump out of an airplane and have tea with the Queen. Whichever comes first is fine with me.
I'm still a girly girl.