And since we were shooting rockets I figured, "Why not dress like a cowgirl?" OK, so I didn't really think that. It went a little differently than that. It went like this.
Me: "May I borrow one of your cowboy hats tomorrow? My floppy hat just doesn't go with my cowboy boots."
My dad's beautiful wife: "Of course!"
And so I wore it. And I helped ready the HUGE ten-ish foot long rocket. I helped my kid carry it to the check in area. I chatted briefly with some teenage boys in front of us in line.
Teenage boy: "Do you ride horses?"
Me: "No." OK, I totally lied to him. I should've said, "No, they don't seem to like me. I've was thrown by one as a kiddo and another tried to get rid of me by rubbing me against tree branches when I was a grown up."
Teenage boy: "Well you look like you ride horses."
And now I'm thinking we need to make a much bigger rocket...with holsters and a saddle. Thinking that would totally rock! At least it'd make a great photo...because you're not getting this cowgirl on a horse ever again.
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