I am very frightened to see what kind of links to this site I will get with a title like that. But still, I have to be honest, and the theme for the week really is naked men.
It all started this past weekend when, due to a mixup in keys and room assignments at a hotel, a femaile friend of mine walked in on a New York City police officer sleeping in his birthday suit in what he thought was the privacy of his own room. From all accounts it was…awkward. But since both parties involved had to spend the weekend with a group of search and rescue personnel NOT known to pass up an opportunity for a little bit (or a lot) of ribbing, they both had little choice but to grin and “bare” it.
Closer to home, the hero of my new proposal is still walking around naked as well. Oddly, he doesnt’ seem concerned about it. Stranded up in the high country of the Sierra Nevadas, I can’t figure out where I’m going to get this guy some clothes. I mean, he can go around in the buff, but he’s hiking and there’s all kinds of scratchy and creepy-crawly things about. It just can’t be comfortable for him. Seriously, I’m going to have to find an abandoned campsite or cabin for him to stumble across, or something. Despite his protests.
On the homefront: Not much happening today. Still writing. Horse shoer was here — always fun chatting it up with him and his wife. Then I took a ride on my reliable equine buddy Storm since it looks like the weather tomorrow and Friday will prohibit outdoor activities for cold weather wimps like me. Now just trying to eek out a few more paragraphs before calling it a day and watching American Idol.