Certain bloggers have begun a tradition called "Half Naked Thursdays." Go ahead, Google it. Someone has even posted guidelines for it:

In that North American, Puritanical way that most of my readers think, "Nekkid", or its variations, somehow insinuates sex, or its variations. WRONG!! The purpose of "Half-Nekkid Thursday" is not to see sex acts! It is the celebration of exposure. Of your big toe. Of your breastbone. Of your knuckles. Of your uvula. Whatever.

As I've commented before, I do try hard not be naked, so HNT just isn't my thing. However, the other day I was reminiscing about the silly things we did in college and I remembered a certain spring day (it was college, right Meggie?--maybe this will get you to actually comment). Meg and I had sorrowfully noted that the woodsy field across from her parents' street was going to be developed. As I said, it was spring and the field was full of purple and white wildflowers. So to celebrate and eulogize this field we visited with our cameras out and our shirts off. So this will be my one and only contribution to Half Naked Thursday ever. . .


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