This post is from yesterday.
On weekdays my husband and I get so busy that sometimes we’re lucky if we just exchange an email or two.
So when I heard his telltale footsteps downstairs at the end of the day, I knew he was home. When I went to find him to say hello, I ended up in the garage looking for him. And there he was, at the workbench, pretending like he was working on something, shirtless.
Apparently he read my ‘put your shirt on’ post. If only there had been a Bud Light by his side instead of a Stranahan’s.
I’m grateful that my husband has a sense of humor, along with most people in my life. Life would be all too boring otherwise.
That’s the spirit. I was on the running trail this morning and saw a shirtless guy. At least he was fast and whizzed by.
For some reason the man-boobies you know are much more attractive than the ones you don’t… 😉