Okay, okay! I wasn't really in rodeo jail! (but I didn't have a cowboy hat, so it was a near thing...) The past 48 hours have seen me in the forest, at the beach, in the high desert as well as the wild west. More soon. I am so tired from being in the car so long, AND I was forced to quit reading the book I am reading about 12 pages from THE END so I must finish it right now or go crazy. (let me tell you, the thought of this book was the only thing that kept me sane in the zero hours I spent cooling my heels (sans spurs) in the dusty confines of rodeo jail. DID THE BUTLER DO IT?? I kept asking myself as the sheriff tipped back in his chair and opined (not for the first time) that city girls could learn a thing or two if they'd quit being so uppity and just wear the goddamned hat as required by law.)More soon. I don't really think the butler did it (I think it was the cook!) but I've been wrong before, god knows...
OK, I have cracked already. What were you reading?
ReplyDeleteRodeo jail...that just sounds so fun. In a weird way. It makes no sense...and that is most likely why I like it.
ReplyDeletePatty, I'll send you an email! I don't want to ruin it for someone else who may be thnking about it in rodeo jail.
ReplyDeleteBBD -- oh, sure! it all fun and games until the forced barrel racing.
Forced barrel racing? What exactly were you doing? The mind is boggled. You have boggled my mind.
ReplyDeletehee hee hee.
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