Come Hither, Boys...

This Valentine's Day would not be complete without a tribute to the men I love... The men who make a difference in my life almost EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Selfless and considerate, they never ask for anything in return. And yet, I'd be their love-slave any day.

Thanks, Boys... this one's for you.

(cue the music)

The one, the only, Mister Clean. Ooh, Baldie-- SCRUB. MY. TOILETS!! Yes! YES!! YESSSSSS!!!!

Ben and Jerry. Two men, AND ice cream. Need I say more?

Mister Rooter. No comment, no matter how tempting it may be. This is a "family" blog. (Or, at least, it WAS, till your filthy minds kicked in just now... Of course, the lewd wink doesn't help...)








The Man from Glad. He can take my trash to the curb anytime.

Mr Christie. Mmmmm... cookies.

Chef Boyardee.

and Earl Grey. A couple of "hot" older men...

And with the past year having been the way it was, I would be truly remiss if I didn't give an honourable mention, and pledge my undying love to:

Jim

Jack

Johnnie

and The Captain (I've always had a bit of a THING for pirates)

I've saved one of the very best for last, however... And my deepest sympathies to those of you non-Canadians who have never experienced THIS gentleman:

Tim, I couldn't live without you-- you make my world turn.

***WHEW***

I think I need a cigarette...

Don't worry, I don't smoke.

Not even Joe Camel is attractive enough to make me try THAT.

Ew.