I hate muscle shirts. That's a strong word. For a strong feeling. Reminds me of the ultimate redneck.
My boys begged and begged for one of these and alas, I gave in.
Only if they wear plaid shorts with them. Only if they wear necklaces with them. Only if they 'style' their hair.
Hopefully ... with those additions, it takes out all the 'redneck' that the shirts represent to me.
They were so happy ... truly joyful about these shirts. It was killing me!
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Little stud muffins!!
They look so cute!
So when I saw the title was "Muscles" I thought, do I really want to see another picture of Alana's ripped body as I sit here with my belly hanging over my pants? But then when I clicked on it I laughed because I feel the same way about those shirts and for some reason John has at least five of them. He wants to wear one every day. I told him he had to have a long sleeve shirt under it-- that staved off the desire for about a week. Now that the weather is nicer, he'll try to wear one without the mandatory undershirt. I've let it go, you have to choose your battles.
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