Here’s a quick story (orig. He doesn’t Mince Words) I thought y’all would get a kick out of again. It’s a typical conversation between Cowboy and myself-
One evening after work I pulled in to the carport and I see Cowboy sitting on our front porch. 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. Cowboy has his favorite drink in his hand, he’s looking over yonder at the cows and just a rockin’. Btw, our rocking chairs look great but they are made of iron and are entirely uncomfortable for my bum so I hesitated on sitting down next to him. I watched him for a bit longer and decided that since he seemed to be pondering deep thoughts, this was the perfect time to interrupt him.
I casually walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek and sit in the uncomfortable 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? I’m sure it’s annoying.
Humm, something for me to work on.
COWBOY: Which question would you like me to answer first?
ME: All of them.
COWBOY: Yes I got all of my chores done and thought I would enjoy the peace and quiet.
…and then you came home.
ME: Pfft! RUDE!
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥
