This Saturday I had to work so Justin opted to tackle some yard work with his dad. Since I was no where near the house he made a very poor wardrobe choice; his ugly cut off sleeves shirt that I have wished would spontaneously combust for the past entirety of our relationship.
Since Justin is like "My Fair Lady," and burns easily when not wearing a straw hat and carrying a parasol I came home to lobster man. It took me a few minutes to realize that now the tank top I hate so much is burned onto his figure. So every time I see him it is like he is wearing a bright white sleeveless shirt.
Except... I did notice that he pretty much has the eye of Sauron burned onto his back.
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