(Okay, so we don't live in Seattle, but "De-Sleeved in Dayton" just doesn't have the same ring.)
Since Old Dog bought his Harley this spring, he's changed. He's tanner than he's ever been before, he's become a total freak about keeping the garage locked and he's bossy and protective about anyone touching his precious Sportster.
And all of his sleeves are disappearing.
(I especially like that last one that still has the little buttons you can use to hold down the collar. Except, of course, that it no longer has a collar.)
On top of all this, I've started hearing about the things a man expects from his "old lady." Apparently the better class of old ladies will clean chrome with a toothbrush.
I'm starting to understand where the term "Wild Hogs" comes from.
(This post won a Post of the Week award from Everyday Goddess. If you don't know her, go visit!)