Testosterone and fine white hair on the face...

I wrote and wrote last night about what was on my mind...laughing as I wrote it.  It was funny and since it was No Filter Friday, it was without filters.  But, as I went to publish...it was gone.  Totally gone except for a few sentences when I started.  I thought about starting over but Jim and I had decided we were going out to sit on a bar stool somewhere so...no No Filter Friday.

The weather didn't happen the way the forecasters said...imagine that...so there will be baseball today in a place called Larry Walker field.  My younger son has a double header at 9 and 11:30. 

Like I have said before, the testosterone level in my house is ramped up higher that it has ever been.  The boys are bonafide teenagers with voices that have and are changing, ripe white pimples on noses at times, and feet that are getting huge.  My stock line for that when they say they  need new shoes because they have big feet..."You boys know what they say about big feet?" to which my older boy laughs and says, "Big socks, Mom".  There is so much testosterone that even I am growing a beard now.  Not just the mustache that needs the wax but I can see fine white hairs on my cheeks and on the edges of my jaw.  Not a pretty site for a gal my age but I am trying to roll with it.

Last night after we got home from some bar stool sitting, the boys, including their father, and I were sitting at the kitchen table.  We were bantering around about this and that when my older son started to talk about getting taller than his father.   It is common knowledge that my older son does not eat vegetables and never has.  I gave up that fight a long time ago but my dear husband thinks it would be a good thing for him to eat more veggies.  I don't disagree but I am not going to fight or harp on it.  Jim will and does on occasion.  Anyway, they got into talking about growing and my husband said, "If you would eat more veggies, you would be taller than me in no time." My son replied," Dad, I am gonna be taller than you soon because when you get old you start shrinking."  I could not let that go...I just couldn't.  The combo of the bar stool sitting and the NFF theme of my day led me to respond,"  He already has a few things that have started to shrink...if you know what I mean!"  After some pretty good laughter...my oldest said to his brother, "We gotta get out of here" and my youngest said,"Mom, I think you just scarred me for life."  Shortly thereafter they left to take care of the neighbors dog and Jim and I laughed for a long time.

When we stopped laughing, I told Jim that he probably should have married someone with more class.  He agreed and told me that is wasn't so much that I needed more class but I need to learn to shut the refigerator.  The temp was in the 40's.  You see, one of the things he really liked about me when we married 20 something years ago was that I would say what was on my mind.  I guess that isn't so attractive coming from a chubby, 46 year old with a beard. 

I guess No Filter Friday wasn't so bad after all and I can tell with the sun shining and the boys home...it could turn into Sassy Saturday if you give me the stage.

Anyhooo...I hate that but it sounds funny here,
We'll tawk tommorrow,
I love you all,
Terry