Feisty Repartee

Married, But Not Dead

Summer in my state is always marked by the appearance of the state flower - the orange barrel. Yes, I know that orange construction barrels are not technically flowers, but they pop up along every major road this time of year, providing sunny color to a sea of concrete and steel. Hush. I have learned to try to see the good in the bad.

And while they are annoying as hell when you are trying to get from point A to point B within a reasonable amount of time and in one piece, they do have a bonus - construction workers. What? Did you think I was going to write about pothole-free roads? This is Michigan. The words 'pothole-free roads' is an oxymoron.

Anyways, I may be a happily married woman, but there is something about a lean, sinewy, sun-kissed man in faded jeans and a hard hat that is absolute candy for the eyes. I find myself reduced to the female Tim 'The Toolman' Taylor simian grunt. Until I hear this sound coming from the seat next to me...

What can I say? A mile or so up the road will be a female construction worker holding a stop sign and working on her tan. Eye candy is equal opportunity.

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