I'm a guy. I'm 36 and I'm a highly-educated professional who is still trying to save the world. Or, at least trying to make a dent in the backwardness of the American world. That, however, is neither here nor there.
The real purpose for this blog is to serve as my daily debriefing at the end of every fun-filled rotation of the Earth, living under the same roof with five females. That's right: out of a total six residents, I am the only male. And the females with whom I share my home are at prime ages to generate the necessary hormones to qualify the above title as truth (the title was a direct quote from one of my daughters, by the way).
Ages are:
35 - that's my wife. She's perfect.
30 - that's my sister-in-law. I'm not yet qualified to speculate on her.
16 - that's my oldest. She is in full-blown "I can't wait to move outta here" mode.
15 - that's my second oldest. She is in full-blown...everything mode.
13 - that's my youngest. She is the wit, the charm, and the brick wall. Nothing gets by her.
They're all wonderful. But they're also very interesting.
So, here I go. I will not bore my readers (or myself mostly) with details of the entire 24-hour period of Estrogen Hell. I will simply pick and choose one or two "events" that may have turned my head, made me laugh, made me facepalm, or otherwise struck me as newsworthy. I will also not just write to note "interesting" events related to these fascinating women. Because, guys, we all know that there is a whole world of dramatic and eccentric things that come with a woman's world. I will observe and report here.
Last item: I do have a male cat (aptly named "Kitty Boy"), and my family often reminds me that I'm not really the only male in the house, thanks to him. Problem is, he had his juevos lopped off long ago. He no longer has the levels of testosterone necessary to compete with the armies of estrogen. Sorry, Kitty Boy. I still love you, though.
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