This has been a crazy couple of weeks for Bay Area sports. The Sharks AND the Warriors are in the playoffs, and Barry is chasing the all time HR record for the Giants.
My house has been full of loudness. The cheering the yelling the woo wooing. I think that the dogs are loosing their hair.
It is a lot of fun, but the testosterone that is flowing in my house is at an all time high.
I'm feeling the need to paint my toe nails pink, watch Steel Magnolias, and shop for a cute handbag.
Anyone else out there the only female in the house? Even though I've always been quite the tom-boy, I sometimes find myself desperate for some estrogen therapy.
On the other hand, I often love being the only girl in the house, and wouldn't have it any other way. Nobody messes with my clothes or my makeup.