Need Me Some Girls

I'm just now watching the Miss America Pageant that I DVR'd earlier. (Don't tell me who wins yet...I'm only to the talent part....with the feathered Hula dancer.)

I love pageants.

I can remember curling up on the couch with my sister and my mom picking our favorites and groaning at the TV when the "ugly" girls got picked. We'd scrutinize their dresses and drool over their hair. We'd giggle at the "World Peace" girls, and feel sorry for the girls that had to act like they were happy after they got kicked off.

I've got some good pageant watching memories.

For whatever reason, though, I've fallen off the pageant-watching wagon in the last few years. And I didn't realize how much I've missed it.

Until tonight.

The only problem is...I'm sitting here with a boy watching it. He is no fun to discuss dresses or hair with. And he doesn't understand my need to pick a favorite.

Ugh. I need me some girls up in here.