I wanted to let y’all know that I’ve been guest-posting over at Erin’s blog, Family Circus, while she and her hubby are having a well-deserved break in Sin City.
C’mon over!
I wanted to let y’all know that I’ve been guest-posting over at Erin’s blog, Family Circus, while she and her hubby are having a well-deserved break in Sin City.
C’mon over!
For my good friend Mir, who is busy pondering buying a bunch of grapes:
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don’t want to climb up and reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy.
The apples at the top may think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men…. Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Ah, I guess I left y’all hanging. Â But not really in a bad way (not like some people do, making their readers beg for information), just in a “huh?” way.
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