A Cowboy and Me

I'm guilty.. there I said it. I'm guilty of thinking I've mentioned something to Cowboy but in reality, it was a conversation between Me (Tammy), Myself (the decorator) and I (the pretend carpenter). Let me be crystal clear-This is absolutely NOT the same thing as when Cowboy is partaking in his "selective hearing" that he does so well. And from my mouth to your ears, that dude has got it ... Read the Post

Hold on to your knickers y'all cause here's the conclusion- ... as I'm minding my own business in the bathroom I hear something outside of the bathroom door. Thank the sweet Lord above! Cowboy has come to the rescue. I hop off the edge of the tub and swing the door open, ready to greet my wrangler wearing hero. Only he is not what greeted me on the other side of the door... I look down ... Read the Post

So as I was saying last Sunday, I had been attacked by a ginormous creature with a stinging tale and holy moly did it hurt! In my limited exposure to country creatures I had never come across such a thing that made me endure such pain as I did when that little sucker attacked my foot. Sweet Jesus this was a new level of torture. I also mentioned in last Sunday's blog that I had escaped to the ... Read the Post