August 30, 2008

Eye Candy

I’m driving home from Walmart, with my sister Rachel, and a really crappy song came on the radio.  Naturally, I changed the station.  To the local sports radio network.  You know, so I could listen to the score of the Brewers game.

Rachel says to me, “You know, you’re turning into Dad.”

“What?  Don’t you mean to say that I’m turning into Mom?”

“Uh, no.  Mom doesn’t listen to the Brewers Radio Network in the car.  That’s Dad.  I’m surprised you’re listening to this station.”

“Yeah…well…you know.  I love the Brew Crew.”

“You’re gonna cry when baseball is over.  No more J.J. Hardy to crush on.”

“Nah…I’ve got Aaron Rodgers to keep me occupied through football season.”

“Dude.  Talk about eye candy.”

J.J. Hardy, my summertime boyfriend.  (Photo by adio_chick123.)

Aaron Rodgers, my other boyfriend. (Photo by S.Photos.)

Eye candy, indeed.  Too bad his good looks will be covered by a helmet.