My house has officially become Heartbreak Hotel. We are a horrible, beach-read, chick-lit novel waiting to happen.
Jen moved in last weekend after a bad breakup, Claudia broke up with her b/f last fall, and I'm perpetually broken-hearted. Add to that my two girl kitties and Jen's Lucy the formerly abused dog, and you have the makings of an estrogen overload.
The most testosterone we get around here is when the hot pizza guy brings dinner.
3 comments:
Maybe you should order enough pizza that he has to bring a couple friends to help deliver.
I think we've got you beat in the estrogen department - C & I and the FOUR Chihuahua girlies! Perhaps not as quite as high on the heart-break meter though !
I think that when a man comes to your house — in uniform, no less — and brings dinner, that counts as a date.
Just sayin'.
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