The weather is changing, spring is almost here.
We have a friend that used to see how late and how early she could wear shorts — even to work. My kind of gal!
For some reason, as I like fine wine age, my legs seem to get smoother and whiter.
Musical interlude, please feel free to chime in . . .
"Whiter than snow, Randy’s legs are whiter than snow . . ."
"Though his legs are muscularly and sinewy they shall be as white as snow . . ."
The decision to wear shorts, in public for the first time in a season, must be considered carefully. Once you cross that threshold there is no turning back.