We are men. We live in the mountains...
In cabins...
By lakes...
We are men. We eat meat.
We eat meat as big as our shoes. Because we are men.
We are men. We build fire.
WE BUILD FIRE!
And we have guns. Because we are men.
Sometimes we play Charlie's Angels. But we are still men.
We are men. We like chocolate chip scones with our drive-through coffee shop lattes.
Yes, life is good. Because we are men.
3 comments:
VERY NICELY DONE, LISA. I can just SMELL the testosterone!!!...Oh, no, sorry...that is just some carmel mochaccino that I spilled while I was cleaning my guns.
You left out the whole series of Dave, Dad and I looking at drapery samples...or when we sat around the campfire and sang every song from "The Sound of Music." Everytime Dave chimes in with "I'm am 16 going on 17..." it brings a tear to my eye...
Yeah, the title above should read "Eric your brother who does not believe your birthday present lies." ;)
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