If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…

...you better get used to dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. There will be dirt on your floors, tracked in by cowboy boots and blown through invisible cracks in the seals around your windows and doors. Dirt will be caked onto his jeans heaped in the laundry room, and large quantities will be washed down … Continue reading If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…

If You Think…You Shouldn’t Be A Cowboy

If you think you need a lunch break, you shouldn't be a cowboy. If you think all the bad horses have already been ridden, you shouldn't be a cowboy. If you think 50 miles of dirt road followed by 107 miles of pavement is too far to (ask your wife to) drive for groceries, you … Continue reading If You Think…You Shouldn’t Be A Cowboy

Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher

After a two-year hiatus, I'm back at the blog machine. Not to be confused with the fog machine. Not that anyone was likely to get those confused. Not that those two have anything to do with each other. Sorry I mentioned that. Hope I didn't cloud anyone's thought process. Since my last blog post, I … Continue reading Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher