Briarbabe
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In a world where gender lines are melting and blurring (and I'm totally cool with that) sometimes I really appreciate a good display of manliness.
It was my weekend with my boys, so we were in the great room today making cookies. My sweetie was outside doing some yard work. My youngest who is four has been very slow with his speech and it's often hard to understand him. So, we're decorating cookies and my wee guy says, "Mama! Andy, tree!" and I ask him to say it again because I couldn't figure out the last word he said. So he says emphatically, "Andy, tree!" I'm thinking, "What is he trying to say? It sounds like he's saying tree..." so I ask him to repeat himself and with his usual "oh-for-crying-in-the-mud-you-people-are-so-ignorant" sigh he gives when asked to repeat what he said for the umpteenth time because HE knows what he's saying he says, "MAMA...ANDY...TREE!" and I turn and look out the huge window and he's right, there's Andy, in his big 'ol Ford pickup, Big Blue, tow straps around a huge fallen tree, working at pulling it out of the woods.
He really had to work to get that sucker out, but about 5 minutes after putting it into 4 lo and tearing up the yard a bit he managed to pull that tree out of all that underbrush and up the yard to the shop. He got out of the truck with his dirty work jeans and stood, leather gloved hands on his hips surveying his work. He turned to face the window and smiled with pride at me.
I will tell you gents, I was so moved by this display of pure, concentrated maleness I may have conceived right there on the spot. Whoo boy, I swear if he had whipped out the chainsaw, it'd probably be twins! I do love me a hard working, sweaty man. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
It was my weekend with my boys, so we were in the great room today making cookies. My sweetie was outside doing some yard work. My youngest who is four has been very slow with his speech and it's often hard to understand him. So, we're decorating cookies and my wee guy says, "Mama! Andy, tree!" and I ask him to say it again because I couldn't figure out the last word he said. So he says emphatically, "Andy, tree!" I'm thinking, "What is he trying to say? It sounds like he's saying tree..." so I ask him to repeat himself and with his usual "oh-for-crying-in-the-mud-you-people-are-so-ignorant" sigh he gives when asked to repeat what he said for the umpteenth time because HE knows what he's saying he says, "MAMA...ANDY...TREE!" and I turn and look out the huge window and he's right, there's Andy, in his big 'ol Ford pickup, Big Blue, tow straps around a huge fallen tree, working at pulling it out of the woods.
He really had to work to get that sucker out, but about 5 minutes after putting it into 4 lo and tearing up the yard a bit he managed to pull that tree out of all that underbrush and up the yard to the shop. He got out of the truck with his dirty work jeans and stood, leather gloved hands on his hips surveying his work. He turned to face the window and smiled with pride at me.
I will tell you gents, I was so moved by this display of pure, concentrated maleness I may have conceived right there on the spot. Whoo boy, I swear if he had whipped out the chainsaw, it'd probably be twins! I do love me a hard working, sweaty man. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
