My lawn guy is hot. He doesn't wear a shirt when he mows the lawn and I catch myself staring at him out the window while my children run wild.
Yesterday he came to the door when he was finished, shirtless his body glistening with sweat. Blades of grass clung to his shirtless bod like ornaments on the perfect Christmas tree. He was speaking to me, but I was not listening. I was trying to pay attention, but I couldn't make out any words, they all sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown, wah wah waaaahhh.
Maybe it won't be that long of a summer after all but it will be hot.
He doesn't wear a shirt when he mows the lawn and I catch myself staring at him out the window while my children run wild.
Yesterday he came to the door when he was finished, shirtless his body glistening with sweat. Blades of grass clung to his shirtless bod like ornaments on the perfect Christmas tree. He was speaking to me, but I was not listening.
I was trying to pay attention, but I couldn't make out any words, they all sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown, wah wah waaaahhh.
Maybe it won't be that long of a summer after all but it will be hot.