Some guys simply shouldn’t wear shirts. Okay, maybe in a restaurant or in church, but that’s about it. Why cover up all that smooth skin and all those rippling muscles?
It’s a beautiful Saturday, here on the island. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and for once the wind has stopped blowing. Hopefully, I’ll be able to take a fourteen-mile bike ride this afternoon, if the wind continues to hold off.
Last night turned out to be a perfect evening. We decorated our Christmas tree and hung our stockings on the fireplace mantel. We shared a bottle of champagne, and then we enjoyed a nice meal. Afterward, we met a friend at a sports bar to watch part of the Oregon/Arizona game, which turned into a blowout.
What d you think of the guy to the left here? Sure, I know he’s hot, but this is clearly an amateur shot, and he almost looks like a rent boy soliciting business from a motorist, doesn’t he? I wonder what he charges?
I’m not sure what the rest of the day holds in store for us. My boyfriend has to study several hours for his last final exam, so he’ll be occupied until dinner time. I just spent two hours doing last-minute revisions to a novel I have coming out later this month, and after I finish this post I’ll fix lunch for my boyfriend and myself.
Tonight, we’ll watch the Ohio State v. Wisconsin game; it’s the Big Ten championship contest in football. My boyfriend’s a Wisconsin graduate, so there’s no way he’ll miss the game, despite his upcoming exam. Go Badgers!
Have a wonderful Saturday, friends. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.