Picture a girlie girl. Now picture the opposite. That's me. I am not a girlie girl. At all. Pink is pukey. Ruffles are ridiculous. Dresses are for dorks.

It's no surprise that Karma, in her bitchy wisdom, gave me a Girlie Girl Extraordinaire. Alexis loves pink, she embraces ruffles, and I couldn't get her to give up dresses if I paid her a $1 million.

So, it's probably to be expected that Alexis and I do not see eye-to-eye on some things. For example, we do not see eye-to-eye when it comes to play costumes. Normally, I try not to impose my personal preferences and just let her get what she wants, as long as whatever it is happens to be cheap. If it's not cheap, though, all bets are off. I reserve the right of refusal. Period.

That is why I didn't let her get the High School Musical cheerleader outfit she found at Big Lots. $18 for fug and gross is $18 too much. Period.

She didn't like me very much that day.

When we later went to Target and I wouldn't let her get the $16 cheerleader costume they had there, she liked me even less. In fact, she threw a hissy fit of never-before-seen proportions and didn't speak to me for three hours after we returned home. Somehow during the hissy fit, Mr. Husband told her she could go back to Target and get it, but not for five more days. She had to wait until Friday.

Guess who asked everyone what day it was every. single. day? Until Friday, when she added, "Daddy said I could get cheerleader outfit today!"

Grrrr.

Well played, Karma. Well played.