MINI BLOG…
And this is why Cowboy is a weirdo.
It’s a.m. at 4G and I’m in the closet (on my side) minding my own business when Cowboy comes in.
COWBOY: What on earth are you doing?
ME: I’m thinking.
COWBOY: That’s how you think? You’re laying in the middle of the closet floor. I almost tripped over you!
ME: Well, it’s not my fault you weren’t watching where you were going.
COWBOY: Well, I surely didn’t expect someone to be laying on the darn closet floor. I’m almost afraid to ask this question but why are you on the floor?
ME: I’m visualizing what outfit to wear today. Duh.
COWBOY: (Shaking his head as he’s stepping over me) Alrighty then. Weird.
ME: Hold on Cowboy, I’m not the weird one. That title belongs to you.
COWBOY: Why me? I’m not the one laying on the floor trying to decide what to wear.
ME: Oh yeah? Well… I’m not the one that wears perfectly fitting wranglers and a tan shirt EVERY SINGLE DAY of their life.
Weirdo.
’til next Sunday y’all.
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