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 hand … Continue reading How To Pick A Cowboy
Or, "Happy 4th anniversary, honey."