An “X” marks this spot in the alphabet where I’ve tripped and fallen with my theme for this challenge. It’s not because of a lack of effort.
I had an idea.
I was going to write a clever little piece about my life as an XX chromosome living in a household dominated by XY chromosomes.
As all women know, the introduction of that strange little Y chromosome into the genetic mix creates an alien-being that baffles and frustrates the poor little XX …. but at the same time, the XY has enough endearing charm to ensure its continuing survival.
The problem is … the story refused to come together in spite of considerable gnashing of teeth and over-imbibing of bowls of ice cream for inspiration. I finally realized this story just didn’t want to be told.
So I have nothing. I hang my head in failure.
X marks the spot.
Thank you for visiting today. Please enjoy an XoXo Cupcake before you go.