Back when I sold real estate, I had a client who was a Secret Service agent. Mr. Secret Agent Man was stationed here in Milwaukee and when President Bush came to visit, Mr. Secret Agent Man asked if we'd like to bring Lexi down to the airport and check-out the presidential fleet of cars and by checking-out the presidential fleet of cars he meant show our daughter duffel bags full of assault rifles and Kevlar vests.
I'm hiding Mr. Secret Agent Man's identity since he was a client and well he's SECRET. Ben's standing next to me in the picture. He hates this photo of himself so I'm covering his face too. How he's not horrified by this red tie makes me wonder if we're growing apart. Ben, Alex P. Keaton called and he wants his power tie back.
When I look at this photo, I just want to slap those pearls right off my neck. The helz with the pearls? I'm not even in a place where I can talk about that Coach purse.
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