So how many male readers were left horrified and scarred by this morning’s post?

Sorry about that.  I’m not exactly sure what I was thinking.  An in-depth description of dress shopping followed by the underwear store?  I mean, what the hell?!

I’m sure some of you pulled up the blog and figured I’d taken a ride on the crazy train for the day. Which probably isn’t too far from the truth, seeing as I’ve entered the insanity that is The Last Three Weeks of School.

As I sit here I can feel the low-grade pounding that’s taken up residence in the base of my skull.  The headache that I know from experience will last for days and may be due to tension, allergies, anxiety, or any one of a dozen other things.  I chased it with Aleve today (with no success, I’m sad to say — hey! that rhymed!).  I’ll move on to Advil tomorrow.  Or, if I’m feeling particularly desperate, I’ll jump right to the Excedrin Migraine.

So anyway, for my guys out there, a smattering of Y-chromosome blurbs that will (hopefully) help you feel better about any personal details you may have been unwittingly exposed to this morning: