I throw like a girl. I can scream with the best of them at the sight of a mouse and spiders freak me out. I like shopping, cooking, sewing, fairy gardens and bubble baths. I love dangly earrings and wear them even when I'm gardening. So would you say I’m a girlie girl?
My eight-year-old granddaughter, Flora, is a girlie girl. Even her name is feminine. I looked in Flora’s purse one day and this is what I found: A hairbrush, her keys, sparkly make-up, a couple of crumpled dollar bills, and a gun. (Don't freak out, it was a toy.)
Flora probably gets her girlie-ness from me. If you look in my purse this is what you’ll find: A hairbrush, my keys, dark red lipstick, a wad of cash, a couple of knives and my Ruger 380 with hollow-point ammo.
I don’t go anywhere without my 380. It’s as girlie as it gets in its delicate pink case. (Again, don't freak out-- I have a concealed carry permit.) I have a few other pieces in my collection, a...