Up until last March, our sports writer Dan was the only full-time male employee of our paper, and we only had one other man who worked part time once a week. On Tuesdays poor Dan felt especially outnumbered as it was me, Desha and Carin in our Marked Tree office working on putting together the Tri-City Tribune and the Trumann Democrat.

Dan always lamented about how tired he was of hearing about makeup, PMS and how our husbands were too lazy. (Except I never said that about my husband of course.) He never had anyone to discuss sports with and finally gave up trying when we said things like Peyton Manning… is he the cute brother?

Somehow, and quite suddenly, the tables have been completely turned on me. Now on Tuesday it's Dan, our new Trumann news guy Mark and my husband Josh. Not only is no one excited about the newest color lipstick Avon has come up with, but most of my questions seem to hang on dead air. It takes at least one "did you hear me" to get a response, and the phrase "you never told me that" seems to be constantly echoing off one wall or another.

No one can ever find anything, but -- and most horrifically -- when the men finally do open their mouths it's usually to talk about some all so interesting sports fact, past or present. And I won't even discuss what it's like to share a bathroom with three other men. You can just imagine.

So, the basic gist of my column here is to say… I miss my girls! Don't get me wrong… I do appreciate my male coworkers and all their hard work. I just need one of them to suddenly develop an interest in shoes or jewelry.

I suppose I still get my girl's day on Wednesday, when we have four ladies and my husband is the only guy. But, as I've quickly learned, girl talk is just no fun when you're husband is there to listen.

What's a girl to do?