Today is Eliana's birthday party, a swim party at her request. (The options her mama could afford were: a) swim party; b) swim party; c) swim party.)
Papa don't swim. But for all those who ask why not (him and chlorine don't play well together) and for all those who wonder what he's been hiding all these years (mmm, mmm!), I offer you just a teaser of what it'd be like if Papa ever did go swimming:
He'll blush when he sees this (at least, I hope that's his reaction. I am a little nervous that he might have a little more to say about that, but that's neither here nor there. I'm willing to take one for the team!) but the kids and I all agree that this is Papa! Humongous trapezoids with bulging biceps and huge pecs accentuated by tiny curly q's of chest hair...that is my hunka, hunka burning love!
From now on, to be affectionately referred to as: Moto Moto, "the name so nice you say it twice."
;o)
