Amy's Spoonful of Sugar

Last Saturday we had some dear friends over for dinner. As tends to be the case, the girls ended up around the table chatting away, tending to babies, eating dessert. The men-folk headed to the living room so that our friend Joe could re-string Jeff's guitar for him.

After putting on the new strings, Joe started playing and filling our house with the sounds of his quite awesome guitar skills.

As I got up to fetch something I glanced into the other room and saw this:






See the little dreamy smile Jeff is wearing? It seemed that Joe was serenading Jeff, and Jeff couldn't have been happier. It was a perfect example of man love if I've ever seen one.

And of course, I have thoroughly enjoyed making fun of them for it, too.

Because I simply cannot compete with mad guitar skills.

I just can't.