Sometimes I truly wish that I had a penis. I think that if I had one today I would not stand in my kitchen, still only 1/2 complete, but much further along than it was, and want to cry. The beautiful, soft shade of yellow, the newly-finished old floors, and lots of my junk back where it used to be (minus much of the typical clutter). Yes it makes me want to cry with happiness. If I wasn’t already committed to a family event today I would stay in and bake cookies and cakes all day long and deliver them to everyone I know, making them feel as happy as I do. Freaking hormones….