Symbol of sex.

Today's question is, "Do you think you would enjoy being a "sex symbol?"

I'm not sure why that the question is phrased the right way. Think? Would? Shouldn't it just be, "Do you enjoy being a sex symbol?"

Because, obviously I already am a sex symbol. I mean, come on...nothing is sexier than hair that hasn't been washed in two days, hairy legs and pits, a milk-stained tank top, yoga pants that are too big and also holey in the wrong places, and the sweet smell combination that is sweat, milk, and tears. Right?

Sometimes I find it so hard to fight off my husband. I have to tell him all the time, "Didn't we just do it like 7 months ago? Give a girl a break. I know I'm sexy as hell right now, but slow your roll."

And when we go out in public? I'm so hot that people walk as far away as they can from me. I know they are just being polite and admiring me from a distance and not trying to avoid me because of that crazy sleep-deprived look in my eyes.

It's a tough life, but someone has to live it.