Everything is porn.

I spend a couple of hours this afternoon hanging these really cool and sparkly light globes on one of the trees in the front yard. Maggie peaked out at them after it got dark. Our two youngest kids were in the room with us.

M: Those sparkly balls look really amazing.
R: There are more in the bedroom.
M: Really?
R: Yup. Two. I think you should check them out. Extensively.
M: {that “Rich, you are SO thirteen” look.}

To me, everything has porn potential. It’s just the way it is.

Love to all. Even you, the neighbor with the tech issues.