Since my husband proved wildly popular last week, I coerced him into posing again. He was on his way out to do that handymanly thing he does so well. 

Handy and manly and ready for action

And just to be cute and a bit risque – in the manliest of ways…

Perhaps a bit too ready?

I know what you are thinking. This Friday tee thing is turning into a way for me to pimp my hubby, so to speak. Where are the photos of me?

Truthfully, I don’t really own any t-shirts with names of places or drunken wild girl concert stories about how I danced on stage at a Duran Duran show and partied like a rock star’s groupie after. It just wasn’t me as a younger woman. And though I dutifully collect tee’s for BabyD, I find the obligatory crew neck style of gift shop garb ugly and unflattering, and rarely succumb to the lure. However, I promise next week will be me even if I have to model yoga wear. ‘K?