Congratulations! It's a girl!

I was talking on the phone to a friend yesterday, when somehow the topic of girly-ness came up. We both decided that I wasn't too girly, and that was that. The more I thought about it, though, the more I decided that I might, indeed, be at least semi-girly.

Here's my evidence:

A) I have color-coded my closet (thank you OCD). Looking at my closet, it is clear that the pink section is far larger than any of the others. That's pretty girly.

B) I own most seasons of both Friends and Sex and the City on DVD. And I want to own Gilmore Girls. Feminine factor: through the roof.

C) Not only do I love, love, love weddings, but I have occasionally been known to shed a tear at them. See, I'm not dead inside.

D) I have decorative pillows on my bed.

E) It takes me much longer than 45 minutes to get ready.

F) I squeal when I'm excited.

G) I give myself a weekly pedicure.

H) I'm afraid of snakes.

I) I own far too many pairs of shoes.

J) I own Air Supply on vinyl. And listen to it often.

I think I'll follow this up tomorrow by listing my non-girly qualities. Right now I need to go take a bubble bath. With candles. And Kelly Clarkson playing in the background.