Thanks for the Pink Balls, Melissa

I, the Hussy Housewife, have coined a new term to add to my Hussy Library, "Pink Balls."

A word so Hussified, that I decided it needed to join some of my other word entries in the Urban Dictionary. Another one accepted and approved. Deal sealed.

I know many women out there suffer from this very element. They are out there right now feeling ashamed and worthless. So I thought it would be appropriate to spread the news..word...that just like the X-files... you my friends are not alone. There is nothing wrong with you. You are normal as compared to the Hussy standards. (Disclaimer: I am not a licensed Doctor..just a licensed loon)

First let me explain/define what Pink balls are:

"Men get blue ones..women can get pink ones. It is when another women talks of a great recipe they made, or a sweet pair of shoes/purse they bought, or a fan-tab pair of jeans they just got. They get you all excited..stimulated...telling you all about how great and tasty these items are. Leave you wanting to know more. Where they got them? How much did they cost? How can I get/try some?

They build you up..and up. You can't wait to try it/borrow them.

Then you go over to their house to try/check out these this items ..but the recipe/food is nasty, the jeans/shoes/purse are waaaaay ugly. Straight from the dollar store and not your style. Your bubble has been deflated, no climax....honey......you just got pink balls!"

You have all had this happen to you. Don't hide. You know who these "type" of women are. These women are DEADLY..and will use any means of force necessary to give you pink balls:
Here the word is, used in a real life sentence that took place between my husband and I this week:

Hubby: Your home early.

Me: Yeah, my sister gave me pink balls.

Hubby: What!?

Me: Yeah, she told me she had made my favorite recipe, Strawberry-Jello-Pretzel salad. I got all excited and went over to her house to have some.

Hubby: OK, and..

Me: It was GROSS..she made it wrong..took one bite and it wasn't worth the calories. She got me all excited and I just got Pink Balls!

Hubby: uuuuhhh...ohhh.

Don't worry folks..I am ok now. Have recovered, and trust me..my hubby is used to my crazy shenanigans by now.

Back story to this. I will make my sister, Melissa, some great food. She will always go, mmmmmmm, what is this? I want the recipe. Then I will give it to her. She will then try and make it...with always disastrous results. Not one recipe I have given her has she been able to make right. Why can't she get the SAME recipe right? WTFudge? (Yeah she messes the fudge recipe up to.) Even her kids tell me they want mine..which them infuriates her. I think that is a great trade off for her giving everyone pink balls.

Needless to say it is very exhausting..and she gives me pink balls EVERY time. I am a slow learner.

You guys know what I am talking about?