Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the very top. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they often take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy to pick up. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along: the one who is smart and brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
As for men...men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable enough to have dinner with.
——From my brother Gerald: we both have amazing wives, definitely top of the tree stuff.
Downtown Billings in the SummerTime
At The BrewPub on Broadway
Downtown Phoenix
Downtown Phoenix in the Winter Time
Good Cheese Here
Vermont Cheddar & Minnesota Blue
TAKE TIME FOR PARADISE
Dehler Park, Billings MT, July 2008 This is what Bart Giamatti recommends for good mental health.
Me and Joan
Early elderly and middle middle age: We May Know Something You Don't
Mrs America
Fortunately these girls had a good-looking mother
Rimrocks @ Billings MT
“In beholding old stones we may feel our anxieties about our achievements–and lack of them–slacken . . . Vast landscapes [and seascapes] can have an anxiety–reducing effect similar to ruins, for they are the representatives of infinite space, as ruins are the representatives of infinite time, against which our weak, short-lived bodies seem no less inconsequential than those of moths or spiders.”—Alain de Botton in Status Anxiety
Easter Sunday at St Patrick's Co-Cathedral
12 April 2009
Pleasant Hillside at Hustisford, AKA The Grassy Knoll for you conspiracy buffs
A Lot of Muellers Are Buried Here
2 comments:
Like the grape part. I'm still stomping....
It's a very long and tendentious process, enjoyed by only the cognoscenti of both sexes. Some similarity to tides too. Cheers.
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