Pulled this one out of the archives because it explains us TO.A.TEE.
This week I’m gonna share with you something that I would NEVER share with Cowboy…there are times in our conversations that I act just like a man. Ladies, you know exactly what I’m talking about… those times when a man is “half listening” to you and you feel the urge to toss a well worn cheetah print heel in his direction.
Well…color me purple and slap me on the wrist because I realized that I’m just as guilty as he is. I completely tuned out the last half of this conversation.
He’s talking… he’s talking and my mind has left the building and started listening to music in my head.
Case in point-
On Valentine’s Day earlier this year I decided that I would stop at Cosper’s Meat Market (love this place) and buy some bone-in, thick cut pork chops for us to slap on the grill.
Cowboy had just gotten home from town and stopped in to pick up our Maggie girl to take her for a run while he counts his cows. Yep that’s a thing.
Before he backed out of the carport to do his “cow counting” I asked him to start a fire so we can grill those recently purchased delicious chops.
COWBOY: I’ve got the propane on to help the fire get started but you need to “check on” it in 5 minutes.
ME: Ok, I got this. Jeez. I’ll check on it in five minutes, no problem.
COWBOY: Tammy, don’t get distracted. Make sure you check on it.
ME: I said “I’ve got this” so “I’ve got this”. AND I don’t get distracted when it comes to food.
I go inside and start preparing the side dishes. I start a timer to remind me to turn the propane OFF on the fire. The timer goes off and outside I go. Propane off. Easy peasy. I go back inside to finish up the side dishes. Ten minutes later I head outside to check on the fire.
Shoot! The whole dad-gumbed fire went out. I wonder why he told me to turn off the propane?
Cowboy returns with Maggie some twenty minutes later. Gets out of the truck and walks over to me where I’m sitting in front of the non-existent fire.
COWBOY: Heck of a fire you got there. Let me guess, you got distracted.
ME: I told you I don’t get distracted when food is involved. This is your fault. You must have given me the wrong directions because I did exactly what you said. I turned off the propane after 5 minutes.
COWBOY: I said to CHECK on the fire, NOT turn off the fire.
ME: Are you sure that’s what you told me to do? Because that’s not how I remember the conversation.
COWBOY: 100% sure that I said to CHECK on it.
ME: 100% doesn’t leave much room for me to debate this, does it?
COWBOY: (chuckling) Nope. Sure doesn’t.
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥