to be cowboys. Apparently, they aren’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold. I do love Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis.
I don’t know. Those country boys can be pretty sweet. They open doors for ladies. They call you ma’am (and not just because you look old). And they wear big ole cowboy hats.
They tip their hat as they pass.
And hey, they take naps under those big hats.
Sleep tight, sweet cowboy.
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Is he Really asleep there? I love to read these blogs!!
Howdy parder…
Ah hope the doggies have behaved and the wind has kept the dust out of yer face. Yer aging well. The grub must be agreeing with you. Yer cookie makes some pretty good fixins but I am partial to beans, bacon, biscuits, brisket… and beer. I like a few more things but I ain’t got past the letter B in the alphabit… maybe after the next roundup… That’s why I went to Bayler…
Happy trails…
Glad to see he knows where his roots are! Love this post!