I was promised embarrassing! I want real wardrobe malfunctions!
Okay, I’m going to start planting seeds with you. Although, I’ve always been very taken with the quote “The difference between a weed and a flower is a choice.” or any of the variations on the quote.
I kind of wish my husband played golf now so that he would have something to do on the weekends.
I love roses. I hope you share some pics of that rose garden after you plant it.
Um…I don’t know what ‘whale tail’ means. But yeah, whatever, I’ll plant some damn flowers if it ever stops raining enough to do it without drowning. I’m grumpy.
That’s a very enlightened view you have about Mr No Shirt. Maybe he’s hoping to inspire you to do a little topless gardening? You could be no-shirt-gardening BUDDIES!!!!
I don’t know if this means I’m totally out of it, but I had to look up Whale Tail on Wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whale_tail). I need to start reading the Urban Dictionary more often.
I had to look up whale tail, too! #oldfart
We have a shirtless neighbor, too! And he is fit, for a dad, but, dude. Put it away! I’m getting too old and prissy to see half naked people in my backyard. #oldfart
I applaud *your* self confidence…if the gardening incident had happened to me I would be forced to never leave the house again, unless of course I had a bag over my head.
You almost make me wish I were a golf widow – my poor Buffy box sets have sat unwatched for a couple of years now. Poor, poor Buffy.