My 29 years of testosterone is no match for the combined 121 years of estrogen in my house. My wife and my 4-year old and my soon to be 2-year old spent an undisclosed amount of money at an unnamed store with the gentle prodding of my mother while I was slaving away at my unmentionable job. As I type, I am unable to glance at the baseball game on ESPN2 as a variety of clothing is being held up and displayed for all to see. I am unable to use my phone to talk to one of the other males in my family as my sister is using it to talk to my other sister about what shoes may or may not have been purchased. Help, please.
August 14, 2006
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Yes, I think that you got the short end of the stick. As for me, I don't have to deal with that for the moment as I am in school and working on finals. I do have a girlfriend, but I haven't had that experience yet.
Oh, so now you just love testosterone. I recall a certain anonymous someone who painted his toes and went tanning...
I see your typing, but all I hear is "blog, blog, blog I'm a dirty tramp"
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