Hormones (ok, this old joke how do you make a whore moan? Forget to pay her! just popped in my head for some stupid reason) Yeah that's what my blog was about, not about not paying whores, but about my raging, 44 year old hormones. Do hormones ever go rancid if kept around too long?? I am beginning to think they do.
See, I hate posting my blog with errors, and I did. So I figured I could correct it while I was waiting to get one of my daughters from school on my phone and I deleted the post. Did I mention technology and I get along not at all?? What possessed me to think I could do that I will never know....
It was good, it completely captured how I am feeling hormonally. What it's like for Brad to live with hormonal females, and well, I just don't want to be bothered with writing it again. It wouldn't be as good.
It started out {{{hormones}}} I mean really that should explain a lot of why I am so stinking upset! Then I wanted to know what you were looking at, really, keep staring and I might start doing tricks or something...I went on to talk about being hormonal and hungry, because I am fasting for Ash Wednesday, and how there was no way in hell I was going to give up chocolate for Lent, ain't gonna happen...did I mention I just snarfed a whole bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms on my way to the bus stop to try and calm my nerves??
I explained how there were three females now, it used to be 4, living under this roof that were all in female sync with each other...and how my husband, God bless him, put up with us like a saint. How he wanted his own bathroom someday when we started looking for houses after the birth of our FOURTH daughter because he didn't want any of our girlie things near his man things. How his vanity is covered in his manly things with nary a girlie thing near his clippers, shaving cream, razors, hair products and moisturizer. And how that sounded a bit suspect and not at all manly, but how could he not pick up any girlie things living with 5 girls once upon a time??
*throws my arms up in the air and squeals mid typing aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!* just went down another drop on the hormonal Intimidator....
How there is only Apollo as the other source of testosterone in our house. How we even got another female dog after Beau passed away. But there's something about how he deals with females. When he's dealing with one of his girls, his demeanor goes from Mr. Robinson Hockey visionary, business man and all around successful guy, to Daddy. The man who was so incredibly moved at the birth of each of his girls, who hurts with his girls when they hurt and shares in each and every joy. How he wishes he could have his shotgun to keep the teenage boy suitors at bay and how he'd love to keep his girls with their No Entry signs on ala History of the World and Madeline Kahn's character. How outraged he would get when people would suggest his girls were second best to the sons he "should' have had, or suggest he should try for a son as if he were robbed of something by having his harem instead.
*sob* It was good and I can't remember it exactly. But it was so spot on about his life and what it's like for him to be lucky enough to have me in it hahahaha!!! How his being lucky enough to be in a house of hormonal women taught him to be unflappable in the face of adversity, smile when he's really a raging bull behind those teeth, calm and cool on top when he's really paddling like a rabid duck beneath the surface.
Why could I not wait to correct the mistake I thought I had already corrected? Why did I think that this stupid site would save a draft or something? Why couldn't I have left the original title that the spelling of you're I had, would work in it still??
Like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, the world may never know...
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