Men have two basic emotions. Women have…well, more than two.
When alone at cow camp, every distant rumble sounds like a truck engine bringing my cowboy back home.
Catching a free dinner can sure be expensive.
A child-free day meant more freedom, but also more maternal anguish.
I (I mean we) had to get rid of some of his (I mean our) stuff.
Maybe his hat first caught your eye, all cleaned and shaped up nice. He wore a pearl-snap shirt and buckle, and Levi’s that made you look twice. But lots of guys look good in jeans, and have their lid shaped in a shop. So, how can you tell a dink in spurs, from a handContinue reading “How To Pick A Cowboy”
Or, “Happy 4th anniversary, honey.”
Benefits include: a steady supply of ready-made horses and cute family photos.
We got married late one night in Reno, and we’ve had the best of luck ever since.
…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 downContinue reading “If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…”