Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Promises are made to be broken
Today, I broke a longstanding vow not to be that old man in the neighborhood who does yard work without a shirt on. I know, I know, nobody needs to see that, but it's frigging HOT and I have dozens of trees and shrubs to trim, OK? One consolation is that I live on a cul-de-sac, so the scope of the visual affront was mostly limited to resident traffic. And it's not like Abby hasn't seen ol' Sumner naked, so she should be relatively inured, but it's Valene I worry about. Hasn't she been through enough?