Ovaries are evil. They are directly responsible for bloating, the craving of spray cheese on crackers (which leads to bloating), and now for making us spend money trying to get all gussied up.
Although, there may be an upside. When Hublet sees how much I spent on shoes today, I can always just blame my ovaries:
"I wasn't in control--my damn ovaries took over just as I entered the DSW and I came out with two more pairs of shoes in addition to the cute pair of Candies I bought over at Kohl's--heck, you're lucky I didn't toss in that extra $50 pair of hooker pumps! My ovary-fu, it is strong. Lucky for you your wife has extra anti-ovary fortitude!"
Yeah, that'll work.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at October 10, 2006 03:12 PMThe powerful scent route would have been evolutionarily more efficient, and effective, for that matter.
You wind up with a lot of puppy traffic between your paws, though.
AMEN! Coincidentally, I was at the DSW yesterday and my ovaries revolted and I ended up with nice brown boots and hooker pumps! I didn't go IN for stiletto hooker pumps, but I sure as hell walked out with them! When I saw that piece on GMA this morning I didn't have buyer's remorse any longer. Apparently, it was out of my hands all along!!
Posted by: Christine at October 10, 2006 04:07 PMGood. Now I no longer need to justify the link between testosterone and power tools.
Posted by: Locomotive Breath at October 12, 2006 10:32 AM