You asked for it

Well, I guess I have little choice.

Yes, a few of you spoke out in favor of keeping the bra photo off my blog, but fewer still did so for the obvious reason -- that the photo would be hideous and, frankly, another in a long line of men-in-ladies-undergarments photos unfortunately gracing the Web. Most of you who said "don't post" thought it would get The Wife some extra housework. That was mighty nice of you.

Too bad that whole post was made up. Fake. Like I took journalism lessons from Jayson Blair.

Too bad -- for ME -- that I didn't make up the existence of the photo.

After Fracas kindly dared me to send a bra photo, I agreed, because I'm male and backing down would be silly. Besides, I immediately remembered that I once had considered a legal career, briefly put on my weasel hat, and discovered a loophole -- she didn't say I had to wear it with a naked torso. So I planned on going Weird Science on her by wearing it on my head, thereby technically complying with the dare but avoiding any real humiliation.

But then, probably the result of one too many over-the-counter cold medications, an idea popped into my head.

I'd have The Wife take a shot of me wearing the bra with a shocked look on my face. Then I'd write a post in which she claims she "discovered" me wearing her undergarments. I'd throw the photo in the end. It'd be fantastic, I thought.

So that's what I did. I wrote the post. The Wife took the picture. "It's scary," she said. I sat down to my laptop just as The Wife got ready for bed, camera and connector in hand.

That's when my risk-averse self got down from his chair, tapped me on the shoulder and quietly informed me of exactly what I was doing:

ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU'RE GOING TO POST A PHOTO OF YOURSELF IN A BRA ON YOUR BLOG? YOU'RE FREAKING NUTS!!!

Ooooh ...

I sat there, pondering my options. I kept asking The Wife whether she felt I should post it.

"Do what you want," she said. "You could post the photo with a chicken instead of your head."

Thanks. Some help you are.

I had visions of a picture of me in a lacy, light red bra making its way around the world thanks to people just like me who decorate their own blogs with thieved photos. I remembered that my mom reads this blog. So does my boss. And my boss's boss.

So I didn't post the photo. I altered the post to make it seem as if I begged her not to run it by offering various incentives.

Then I'd just wait for the response. Hopefully, I thought, most people would be smart and wouldn't want to see that shot. They'd have too much common sense and they'd ask my dear wife not to torture the world.

Fat chance.

And, as it is, a dare is a dare, and I did agree to post the shot. I can't not do it. So here it is. Me in a bra. Do NOT say I didn't warn you.



Now you guys REALLY need to go get some eye bleach. Even I need some.

I hear they have it over at humor-blogs.com. GO! GO GET SOME NOW!!

(And P.S. -- Don't you worry about The Wife; she's still getting her bathroom.)