BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, ARIZONA – Having the “boys” home presents some unique and unexpected situations. I woke up this morning with my usual winter headache. I attributed it to carbon monoxide poisoning. Not enough fresh, clean air! The heater is on too much. My throat is dry. I get up and, after a few hours, it clears up.
Today, though, I found some extra male bodies in my basement. Apparently we had a sleep over. Wow, that room needed to be Febreezed! I told them to clean up the mess as I left for editing, but when I came home at the end of the day, their pancake mess still lies in my sink and their body odor still lingers in the air.
This afternoon, I am being invaded by a different set of humans — the dweebs. They have the karaoke machine in full use. I think this will be a “late night.” Oh boy. At least the sweet aroma of perfume, hair spray and bubble gum will replace the boy smell. At least I hope the smell will dissipate.
I am not sure which is better, the smell of young men or the constant hum of girl chatter.
Good thing it is date night!