I live with three boys. Yes, I count my husband as one of the boys because really, do they ever grow up?
We own a truck, a Jeep, and a fishing boat. The garage is full of fishing gear, golf equipment, and power tools. There’s a Bowflex in the den. I find flip-flops and ball caps scattered around the house. I don’t dare step foot in the boys’ bathroom. I think the TV in the den is perpetually tuned to ESPN. The other most popular TV shows in the house are NCIS and Burn Notice.
I will admit that I enjoy all of the above things (except the boys’ bathroom and ESPN) and there are advantages to being the only girl in the house such as: never having to mow the lawn or carry in the groceries.
But this past weekend I felt completely out numbered. I felt like an island. I wanted to be girly but lacked a co-conspirator.
Friday night we went to an English pub for dinner and played pool. I lost miserably which I don’t understand because I used to be very good. I blame the hardware in my back. Saturday included working on the Jeep, stick shift driving lessons for Mr. A, and the Hose Incident. Sunday night we had a Jason Bourne movie marathon. By this time, I had my fill of the non-stop 48 hours of movie quotes, fake Russian accents, fart jokes, and “That’s what she said” jokes.
Finally, I screamed trying to express my frustration but couldn’t quite verbalize my exasperation.
I WANT SOMETHING PINK & FLUFFY!
That only prompted more Despicable Me movie quotes.
Gosh, I need some girl time.
3 comments:
As you know, we have the opposite situation at our house. My husband is gearing up for bows and dance recitals.
Sorry about the weekend. Use to be in the same situation. To much testosterone in one house. Let's plan a weekend soon.
I loved "Despicable Me." Soooo funny. Steve Carrell is a loon.
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