I suddenly have the urge to use that echo voice you hear on really bad radio commercials. Friday-Friday-Friday…yeah, okay. It doesn’t work as well in text.
Moving on. This has been a long week. Well, technically it’s the same length as every week, but these last five days have felt like weeks. The one thing I can say about it, however, is that it’s beautiful. The weather cleared up after Tuesday and the sun is shining. Gorgeous, gorgeous weather.
If you’ve followed my blog this week, you’ll remember that I attended a concert on Tuesday night. Now, I’m not going to go into the concert again, but that concert put me in mind of sexy musicians. I’m not going to show pictures of them. Instead, today’s Fantasy Man is a man I wish was a rock star. You know, so I could go to his shows and sit in the very first row…
Oh yes, he is wearing a KILT. Hubba, hubba, woo-woo. I mean, really. Would you pass up the chance to see this man on stage? Don’t lie. He could sing Macarena for all I care as long as he’s whipping that kilt left and right offering me a glimpse of his non-underwear wearing self. Yes, I’m perverted. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I’m practicing for retirement. You heard me! I’m going to be that dirty old lady who tells all the good-looking orderlies to sit on her lap. *shrug* Everyone has to have a dream.
What do you think of today’s fantasy man? Does he make you wanna woot-woot?