...sometimes she can be a real wiseacre.
So, it is 82 degrees in NW Louisiana today (Thank you, merciful Lord Jesus). The Sun is shining, and a pleasant breeze is blowing.
Now, about mid-March I normally return to my normal self. The cut-offs go on...the shoes, socks, and shirt come off...and I return to my normal, lightly-clad self. So, I was all over it! My poor old almost 50-year-old skin has not seen the light of day since last September...man, it felt good.
The Mrs. was out back pulling weeds from one of the flowerbeds, and I walked out there in all my glorious splendor...barefoot, shirtless, and smiling. The sunshine, and breeze made me feel younger than Springtime. This is about how it went:
Me: Wow, it's beautiful this afternoon.
The Mrs. : Yeah, the weeds like it just as much as you do.
Me: Girl, this is what we've been waiting for.
The Mrs. : (as she turns to look at me) Andy, you look good.
Me: Thanks Sweetheart!
The Mrs. : In fact Baby, you look like a rock star!
Me: Wow...thanks Honey!
The Mrs. : Edgar Winter!
Wiseacre...
Friday, March 6, 2009
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So, I'm guessing you're six feet five inches tall, one hundred thirty pounds, tattoos on top of tattoos, and an albino with a white skullet.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mrs. Andy, that is a dang funny picture.