According to my little brother, there have been waaaaaaaaaay too many pictures of Mother's flowers in my blog this week. According to said brother, I should write about something else. In fact, he gave me a topic-- "Why Men Don't Shave Their Legs."
Here's his little story, and I'm sticking to it (at least until the writing muse delivers on her promise to provide some really good jokes about the story): Real men don't shave their legs because real men wear shorts while using the weed trimmer. Real men aren't concerned that the Weed-eater string will whack them on their bare legs. Real men are tough. Real men grow hair on their legs as a protective barrier to all the weed and grass trimmings thrown out the side of the weed-eater. Real men also don't wipe this grass off their leg because real men know that the thicker the layer of grass, the more protection provided. End of real men story.
Here's my little story, and I'm sticking to it: I apologize for the hairy ankle shot in place of a pretty flower shot. However, my little brother does indulge me by letting me dig through his junk pile in the shop (and I haven't had a chance to do that yet this trip). My little brother also lets me use his wireless card so I can bring these blog entries to you without having to drive the ten miles into town, find a table at the Panera bread store, resist buying a few loaves of three cheese bread, and also resist heading on over to Michael's or Lowe's to spend more money than I should. There ya go. . . I have to make the Bubby happy with this post that was his idea :)
Now, for tomorrow, back to some regularly scheduled sappy flower pics, maybe an obligatory shot or two of the munchkins, or who knows, maybe another glass pic! Hope everyone is having a great week!