Wednesday
My UPS Crush
This post supersedes a post extolling the awesomeness of the Labor Day festivities (I also need to download photos). My UPS delivery man is SMOKIN' hot. He walked into my office and I swear I blushed. His golden locks flared out from underneath his brown hat and his little brown uniform went oh-so-nicely with his bronzed arms. Mmmm! Yummy. I quickly avoided eye contact as I felt all my eyes would say is "Dude. You. Are. Smokin." I fumbled with the electronic signature. He put my packages down. He waved goodbye and I watched him leave. I'll tell ya what brown can for me!!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I just snorted coffee out my nose at your "What brown can do..." comment. I almost called you Tuesday because I was getting ready to walk out the door after we chatted, when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I looked out, and there was an actual FIREMAN on my porch. I swooned and opened the door, and he told me they were mapping all the houses in the area so if there was a fire they would know hat they were dealing with before they got there. Don't worry that the fireman WAS SCOTTISH AND HAD AN ACCENT LIKE SEAN CONNERY!!! So, I walked the world's hottest fireman, with big ol' pecs and massive, sturdy calves, through my property, asking him as many fire-related questions as I could just to hear the Scottish brogue coming out of his mouth. After he left I seriously contemplated starting a fire for real just so he would come back and "rescue" me. Wow. Gotta love mountain boys.
Post a Comment