06 May 2011

The Joy of Boys 4

They think I'm the hottest woman that ever walked the universe.  How can it get better than that? Or at least they make me feel that way, it doesn't really matter to me.  Boys off all ages SHOULD make women feel like a supermodel.  I know a lot of grown men that could use a tip or two from these little earthlings.  Come on, how hard is it to remember one measly rule?  Always complement a woman.  That's it.  Simply stay clear of the ass, flab, unflattering clothes and all hell will not break loose.

I work at home and the boys are so used to seeing me in tired old dresses and ratty shorts, when I slip on something decent to step out of the house they are all gasping as if I were Giselle Bundchen walking in the latest Milan fashion week.  Mama, what a pretty dress.  You look nice, Mama.  Nothing like an ego boost before leaving the house.  As I hurriedly slab on some concealer, eyeliner and lipstick/lipgloss in the car, they look at me in amazement.  They can never get over that I 'paint' my face.    It looks so nice.  You look beautiful, Mama.  They give me that I-feel-like-a-million-bucks ooomph to my strut.  Every so often they like peeking into my shoe closet and looking at the insane, vertigo inducing wedges and high heels I have.  They have contests to see who can last the longest in them or who can walk the farthest without toppling down.  Mama, you're sooo good at walking in your shoes.  Yeah baby, just call me Naomi.

Great job, little men.  Being a gentleman never goes out of style, even if it means false flattery and little or not so little white lies.