Whenever the wind blows, and it does . . . A LOT in Idaho, our swings get all tangled together.
When I see them out my back window I think of a couple, madly in love, all tangled up. Swings and lovers, an odd association, but, I'm a lover through and through, can't help it. My tangled swings make me smile.
When Ben walks in the door from work I try to get all tangled up with him (much to my childrens' chagrin). He embarasses easily. However, deep down I know he LOVES it! What husband wouldn't want his woman plastered to his body?