You know you're hormonal when...
"Hey, there!" I call up to the man on the scaffolding at the side of my house. A blond, shaggy head appears over the edge. "If I do a load of laundry, would it be safe to hang it out, or would things be falling on my head?"
"No, we're just doing the soffits. It should be fine."
... the slightly unkempt body attached to that blond, shaggy head with a grade ten education looks entirely beddable.
I start the washing machine.
"Hey, there!" I call up to the man on the scaffolding at the side of my house. A blond, shaggy head appears over the edge. "If I do a load of laundry, would it be safe to hang it out, or would things be falling on my head?"
"No, we're just doing the soffits. It should be fine."
... the slightly unkempt body attached to that blond, shaggy head with a grade ten education looks entirely beddable.
I start the washing machine.
posted by irreverentmama at
8:33 a.m.
2 Comments:
Wouldn't turn me on.
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11111111, at 7:15 p.m.
Nor would it me, any other week of the month. It's a bizarre experience, noting the gut (or lower) response while your brain says, "Are you KIDDING me?"
I hear men do that, too... even straight ones... though, admittedly, perhaps not for roofer-guys.
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irreverentmama, at 7:50 p.m.
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