Congratulations Mr. Caleb Wold, you single-handedly (er... um, single-chestedly) succeeded in distracting me from my task at hand, that being driving.
To put things into a bit of perspective, I'm running on an hour's sleep. Heading home from my morning meeting, I spy three gentleman on a roof... one whom I suspect to be you. In my attempt to assure myself that my assumption is correct, my focus remains on the roof. Suddenly my vision is persuaded aside, and simply mesmerized by a declothed chest... a mighty buff one at that. My brain is torn between 'is that Caleb?' and 'my, oh my, oh my!'
To alleviate my conundrum, I called the Rich-Wimmers. Torsten (good ol' Torsten) should know is off roofing... Certainly enough, Lynn was quick to the draw in noting that yes indeed, Caleb is roofing with his father for the summer.
All I have to say now is suck for me (ok, so I got my dreamy hopes up) and lucky your future wife, Caleb. Oh, and as Ella quickly learned, "Keep you clothes on boy!" Or perhaps I need to learn how to automatically dress people in my mind, a la Torsten!

  scribbled by manky @ 9:17:07
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