Here’s a quick story I thought y’all would get a kick out of, a typical conversation between Cowboy and myself-
One evening after work I pull into the carport and I see Cowboy sitting on our front porch. Sitting in one of our texas-starred iron rocking chairs, with his favorite drink in his hand, looking over yonder at the trees. (That sounds like the beginning of a good western read, doesn’t it?)
We have the typical “Texas” front porch. The kind of porch that is as long as our house, with big cedar posts and ceiling fans. I casually walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek and sit in the rocker next to him. And we rock…and rock..and rock until I can’t take the silence any longer.
ME: Hey, how was your day? Did you get everything done you had planned on? How long have you been sitting out here?
Why do I always ask him questions in threes? Humm, something for me to work on.
COWBOY: Which question would you like me to answer first?
ME: Any of them.
COWBOY: I finished up work early and thought I would enjoy the peace and quiet. And then you came home.
ME: Pfft!!
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy
