A couple of years ago, I experienced ginormously proud moment in my life. I know, I know, I’ve had a gazillion of proud moments. But I’m the kind of gal that cherishes every single one of them. Especially when it comes to my guy. And, btw, I love to cheer myself on, lol.
I had finally talked Cowboy into going on a cruise (with the help of many friends, who would also be cruising with us). I’m pretty sure Cowboy started dreading it the moment he said “yes”. But, he said yes, and it was a “no take back” kind of yes. And YES I keep track of those “yeses”.
You may need to get a second cup of coffee because I’m not finished with the “yeses” yet.
I have learned in my young-old age that one just never knows when a yes will be yanked back. There…I’m finished now…with the yeses…I kind of promise.
As our cruising day approaches, I begin to pack our suitcases (if I left it up to Cowboy, he would pack a suitcase full of tan shirts and Wranglers. I’m over his signature tan shirts but those Wranglers…sigh (insert heart emoji here).
Cowboy comes into the closet-
COWBOY: How’s the packing going?
ME: I’m so excited you finally said yes (oops). You are going to love it on the cruise. You can eat whatever and whenever you want. We can go on fun excursions, which I’ve booked already. We can watch movies and dance.
COWBOY: Okay but how’s the packing going?
ME: (With my back to him) And, we can dress up and sit at the captain’s table and watch shows…
I notice he’s not adding much to the conversation so I turn around to face him and realize he has left the closet. Humm…I wonder why he left? That’s rude. I continue on with the packing of our suitcases.
A couple of days later we arrive in Galveston to board the ship.
ME: I’m so excited, this is going to be so much fun!
COWBOY: We can have fun at home. It’s not too late to turn around.
ME: Stop. You’ll enjoy yourself and probably become a platinum cruiser.
COWBOY: What if one of us gets sea sick?
ME: I’m one step ahead of you, I’ve packed drugs and patches for you.
COWBOY: For me? What about you?
ME: I’m a seasoned cruiser. I don’t do sea sick.
The moment we stepped on the cruise ship, I knew we were in trouble. To be continued…
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥
