I’ve said this before: some guys just weren’t meant to wear shirts, and least when they’re at the peak of their physical development, like the two in tonight’s photo posts. I mean, look at the guy to the left. How could you resist touching all that smooth flesh and feeling the rippling muscles beneath his skin? Well, you couldn’t. I can hear the conversation now, if he were my boyfriend:
“Martin, I’m home from work.”
“Fine, Tyler, now ditch that shirt.”
Okay, maybe I’d ask him how his day went first, and then I’d tell him to lose the shirt, and maybe his pants too. No reason to cover up all that male beauty. And truthfully, I think young men find a degree of pleasure in showing off their fine physiques. It’s a symbiotic situation where everyone wins
It’s been a quiet day for me. After lunch I ran my errands. While at the supermarket I bought postage stamps with a Christmas theme. Then, when I returned home, I got busy on writing Christmas cards. Every year my boyfriend and I have our photo taken with our plastic snowman in a different place. This year we took it at our fishing camp, with us and Frosty in our boat. It came out great.
When I write Christmas cards I always put a personal message on each card; I think it’s important to do that, so the recipient knows you’re thinking about him or her in a personal way; they aren’t just someone on a mailing list. I think I wrote out about twenty cards. I did the envelopes, and then my boyfriend and I signed them all.
Now it’s nighttime and I am about to get busy on dinner. I’m roasting a chicken tonight, with rice and vegetable stuffing. It’s always a tasty meal and there are always plenty of leftovers for lunches. Yummy!
Have a nice Sunday night, everyone.