Estrogen makes me stupid

Normally, I’m all about eating Thanksgiving dinner; but this year was different.
The confusing turn of events started when the turkey came out of the oven.

I made the mistake of watching my husband carve the roast.
While everyone else marveled about the turkey,
I stared at my husband’s brawny chest.

I was so distracted by the sight that I nearly missed out on the potato casserole.
Estrogen surges do that to a person. They make you forget to load your plate.
It’s a tragic thing when you go gaga for your spouse in a buffet line.
If you’re not careful, people will fill your plate with this:

I tried to shake myself out of my daze, but then I looked at my husband’s jeans.
I was transfixed.

It’s a crime when you forget to put stuffing next to your turkey.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Estrogen is nasty stuff.

I made it to the table with half a plate of food.
Everyone thought I was sick, and I was. Lovesick, that is.
My husband, on the other hand, was intent on eating his meal.
That’s because he’s full of testosterone. He’s able to concentrate on the task at hand.

After dinner, my condition worsened as I watched my husband do the dishes.
Do men realize how much we love to watch them clean up?
My estrogen skyrocketed to dangerous levels.

Fortunately, my husband recognized the signs.
He got the kids in the car and drove home in record time.
Thank goodness for husbands who appreciate estrogen surges.

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