A day is wasted if a lesson isn’t learned.
I’m gonna share a conversation that Cowboy and I have often. So often that I’m really getting tired of the subject matter.
COWBOY: (Talking to me like he’s my dad) Tammy, how many doors have you gone out and left unlocked today?
ME: Umm, is that a trick question?
COWBOY: No, it’s a serious question. I don’t know why you can’t lock the door after you’ve come back inside.
ME: Blah Blah Blah, Blah Blah.
COWBOY: I’m serious. I’m not always here to lock the doors for you. Someone is going to come in one day and catch you by surprise.
ME: Excuse me mister but aren’t you the one who said no one could get to us out here in Podunk country? Humm?
COWBOY: What is so hard about locking the doors? And why do you need to go out three different doors during the day. Wouldn’t it be easier to use the same one and lock it behind you?
I learned a long time ago that if you want to end a conversation with Cowboy real quick like…stick your tongue out at him.
So I did. And off he goes, shaking his head. Works every time.
Two days later-
Cowboy has left for work while I’m working in the yard. I finish up and head inside to take a shower. While I’m showering I begin to hear someone calling my name so I hurriedly dry off and wrap my towel around me to see who it is. I come out of my bedroom and almost run smack dab into my father-in-law.
ME: Oh, hi Pops. I didn’t hear you knock.
POPS: I did twice. The door was unlocked so I came in to put your mail on the table.
Okay Cowboy, if you’re reading this, I get it. I’ve learned my lesson. Maybe.
’til next Sunday y’all- – ๐๐ธ, ๐ฃ๐ช๐ถ๐ถ๐ โฅ
