Thursday, June 29, 2006

Just Call Me Gabrielle

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.

5 comments:

  1. I'm JEALOUS! My lawn-guy is FUGLIE and scares the crap out of me, I lock all the doors when he's mowing!

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  2. My husband is our lawn guy so he is hot too! Too bad we can't come over and stare at him with you :)

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  3. You're making me wish I had a lawn...

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  4. You seriously just reminded me of the 2 brothers who used to mow our lawn when I was like 11 or 12. Thier names were something and Con. Con? Yeah. They were so undeniably hot (even to a 12 year old) and I used to chase them around asking if they wanted something to drink. LOL.

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  5. OMG I am sooooooooo jealous of you! My lawn guy looks like something out of Deliverance! Ugh! I'm pretty sure I even saw him chewing on a piece of hay that he pulled out of his cowboy hat on Monday. (We live in Texas... what can ya do???)

    Lord, grand me the patience to accept the things I cannot change....

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