Two Saturdays ago it was unusually balmy here. In the warm afternoon, as I was working on my computer and occasionally looking out the windows at the breezy, sunshiney day, Perfect Man came rushing into my office and said, "Can you see the neighbor's trampoline from here? Look outside. You won't believe it."
On the neighbor's trampoline, reclined in a very languid, Caligula-like pose, was Jeep Boy. On his side, up on one elbow. Ankles crossed. Amused expression.
Across from him, jumping up and down, thus creating the expected physical and physiological consequences of exuberant up-and-downward jumping, and was the cause of his amusement: the neighbors' (gorgeous, 6' tall, ample-busted, long-blonde-haired, legs-that-go-all-the-way-to-the-floor, fourteen-year-old) daughter and her equally visually interesting, same-aged best friend.
Oh, and the girls were wearing bikinis.
WTF?
1 comment:
Aaaaack!!!
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