Today my wife went out for a ride with a bunch of other people on a real Texas ranch. She hooked up the gooseneck, loaded the horses, trailered down there, unloaded, rode, ate a hearty lunch amid the wild frontier, trotted back, loaded up and came home.
I stayed inside, watched basketball on TV, played a little World of Warcraft, made a pasta salad (!), did some laundry, ran the Roomba, and napped.
The Man Store called this evening and informed me I'll need to turn in my testicles in the morning.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
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Let's see if you're in trouble here -- Do you feel an overwhelming desire to watch "Beaches" or "Roadtrip, the Unrated Version?" Instead of watching the game, screaming about the ref and scratching said testicles, are you flipping over to HGTV and admiring the drapery treatments and do you know the colors of the paint swatches before Doug tells the audience? If, while sitting on the couch watching basketball, are you belching, farting and picking the lint out of your navel or are you painting your toenails? Just for good measure, to ensure your testerone level is high, you need to go outside, belch and spit, come back inside, plop down in the Barcolounger in your underwear, watch ESPN ad nauseum and then, before you go to bed, admire yourself in the mirror while you flex your muscles.
All that means is that I have the BEST husband in all the world and that I am one lucky Cowgirl. Of course what he didn't say was that he was the one who taught me how to hook up the trailer. He also didn't tease me while I was laying on the ground sreaming and cussing at the trailer hitch trying to get it off the ground. He just said, "cussing helps that hitch come up faster." That ended up being true!!
As the OWNER of said real working cattle ranch, I want you to know that I've got a few spare sets I can loan you.
Just wipe off the tobacco spit, and they're ready to go.
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