I ordered some Red Wing Irish Setter Boots on the recommendation of a friend. Wanting to break them in, I slapped them on (under a pair of thin ski boot socks) and returned to the desk. Later, said compadre texted me asking what I was up to. I responded as such…
I was immediately told to “put on some pants”. And then threatened with a Facebook post of said pic. I think Facebook is for those who need constant self-affirmation, like Jack Handey. Considering how seriously people embrace their social media personas, I tend to gravitate towards the precise opposite. In other words, giving less than a shit. Measurably less.
In fact, if you are female, between the ages of 25 and 40 – not less than 5′ 4″ or more than roughly 120 pounds – and own a high-capacity digital SLR…come on over with a bottle of Macallan 57 Year Old Lalique and a pink tutu. I would be more than happy to pose for you, Lederhosen and all. And you can post the pics across the interwebspheres to your heart’s desire.
MG signing off (because politicians take themselves way too seriously, so maybe I should run for Congress)