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As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.

Wouldn't you like to just give those lips a great big kiss?

I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.

Ez tackles the PSP while Henry mucks about with an I-pad. Meanwhile I'm still stuck with Decathlon on the Atari 2600...

Men do not differ much about what things they will call evils; they differ enormously about what evils they will call excusable.

How is it that ME – the one who is up early each day, out into the bitter and cruel world slaving away on the chain gang each day – is the one who has to get up early on the weekend to make pancakes for this bunch?

No blame should attach to telling the truth. But it does, it does.

Here are a couple of hunks (prior to their previous haircuts) laying back and relaxing in bed. I do believe that this is where the term “bedroom eyes” applies.