Ut-oh,
I'd just finished painting my toes and my legs and underarms were clean-shaven, I am wearing Lady Speed Stick, shorts, sandals, blush on my cheeks, and I've never been paler.
I'm out in the garage, cleaning up my workshop, when my neighbor comes in and wants my help putting up his basketball backboard.
Okay, I will help. He is tan, hairy and muscular, wearing nothing but track shorts and tennis shoes and I am going to help him hoist his backboard up into the air while his pretty wife in her cute miniskirt watches us.
Now there is a problem. Here I am, arms above my head as far as they will reach, struggling to keep the overhead weight balanced above me, when his wife comes up behind me and wants to help, clearly notices my girly presentation and takes a few steps back.
--to be continued...
