Once upon a time
there was this boy. He had a goofy grin
and broad shoulders that made my legs tingly and my armpits sweaty.
He asked me to marry him and we had a wedding. We cut the cake, danced a dance, I threw a
bouquet and he threw a garter. Whoa,
back up the bus. What song was playing
when that garter was thrown? Hmmmm. Something ‘bout a tractor?
It may as well have
been in our vows. Perhaps we were
destined for it. Perhaps our souls have
been dreaming about the simple, country-life this entire time. I’ve come to realize the man I married was
more than a sensitive guy with pierced nipples and great legs, he was a Diesel
Man.
Let’s just say our
latest purchase brought us one step closer to our dream.
And just for the record,
he makes that tractor sexy.
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