A House Full of Women

McKibbin trekked to Western Nebraska this weekend. I watched his car kick up the dust as it rumbled over the gravel in the back alley yesterday. He'll roll back into town sometime late tomorrow.

In the mean time ours is a house filled to overflowing with X chromosomes. Naomi and I laid in bed to read magazines, painted ceramics, purchased a pair of lovely and utterly impractical shoes, sang karaoke, and polished off the day as we watched sad movies with a box of Kleenex very, very near by.

As Naomi was asleep I described the day to McKibbin via telephone. He chuckled out two words which summed it all up. Estrogen overload.