This is a text exchange I had with Mr. G honey yesterday:

Me: Aren’t these the cutest ever? Click this link.

Mr. G: Sorry. They look to me like pants I’ve been seeing all my life.  Can’t tell what makes them different.

[pause]

[All my life?]

Me: Okay. That’s the last fashion talk I have with you. It’s the purple color and the leopard print in the skinny jean. You are hopeless.

Mr. G: They were purple?

Me: O.o

Mr G: Male, non-metrosexual.

Huh.

Now, if I shimmied into those pants.

And added a pair of strappy wedge sandals.

And sashayed down the hall…

I’d be hearing, “You look great in those pants.”

The end.

For your viewing pleasure…

These blooms were clipped this morning from the front and back gardens. The darker pink is from the back. It looks much like a cabbage rose and has very little scent. The pale bloom is from the front. I just planted it last year. It has a heady scent. Not allowed in the house, it was banished to the garden table this morning.

Hump Day — sprint right over it!

Elen