My in-laws have a beautiful piece of property in the north Georgia mountains and they have worked hard for the last eight years to turn that property into their mountain paradise. This time of year there are a plethora of flowers and whenever I'm there with my camera, I go crazy with the flower pictures.
After the kids' egg hunt, I took off for the driveway where I saw some beautiful, pink clematis blooming. (Aside: A former friend of mine always called it flowering clitoris. Now, whenever I see a clematis, I have to stop myself, put the proper word in my head, and not just sputter out WOW! That's a beautiful clitoris! I didn't know they came in blue?!)
Me. Being sexy. It is for to laugh. So, I tried really hard. Can't you tell by the expression on my face that I'm trying to hold back the laughter?
Then? I lost it.
Serious belly-laughter ensued. I cannot be sexy without cracking my own shit up.
I managed to get in one more pose. A very skeptical, Am I bringing teh sexeh? pose.
It's hard to be sexy in Crocs and a skort, but hey, you do what you gotta do.
Thank God I found a rhododendron...