Yesterday my husband was walking around shirtless in baggie cords, which slung low on his waist. He had them rolled to mid-calf, like cabana pants.
He looked scrumptious, but that’s not why I love him.
“I like those pants like that.” I gave him a lecherous look.
“It’s my Tom Sawyer look.” I like the Tom Sawyer look.
“I was hoping someone would come along and see how much fun I was having cleaning the shower.”
That’s why I love him. He’s well Twained.