What did you think would happen to the neighborhood if you didn't send in your donation?
(another addition to the Sesame Street Hood collection....)

Deadly with a .44

Wouldn't you like to know! Hah! (And I'm not telling...

or two, or four, or six, or eight, or ten... depends on how many tractors ya got.

A request
I was initially afraid to attempt this, but... Whoopee I think I did it!!!!

and has the nerve to send me a memo with a link to this picture. Just rub it in, you old dirtbag.
(I'll get you back, you just wait and seeeeee) :)

please

Ref was a picture I took of my eye at the lake a few days ago after swimming, The dark circles under my eyes would be a pretty color if they were somewhere else.

We were walking 'long the ocean
Together hand in hand
When I stopped to write "I love you" in the sand
And when I looked up you were standing
Ten miles out at sea
And in a sweat
I woke up from that crazy dream
As I reached to hold you in the morning light
It was just your pillow
I clung to so tight

For a minute there
I thought it was you
for a minute there
My prayers had finally come true
For a minute there
I began again to live
What I wouldn't give
For just a minute there

It was a hundred and seven
We were heading to town
She had her sleeves rolled up
And the windows rolled down
That girl is a cowboy

Robert Earl was singing out
The "Buckin' Song"
With every word that Keen was bringing
She was singing along
That girl is a cowboy

Sometimes the best cowboys
Ain't cowboys at all
She's got my back
Even when it's against the wall
When I need a friend
She's the guy I call
'Cause sometimes the best cowboys
Ain't cowboys at all

I giggle every time I think about this. Several years ago, a friend of mine and I went dancing in Fort Worth, and afterwards we were just driving around and happened upon this cheesey place in the old part of town off the interestate called the Pink Poodle Cafe. I just had to check it out. It had these sticky old booths and those little juke box things at each one. It looked like all of the waitresses had raided the hair dye shelves at the Piggly Wiggly next door and I was surprised when any of them actually had teeth. There was some drunk old guy in a back booth who was loading quarters into the juke box and singing Amarillo by Morning at the top of his lungs. He kept falling out of the booth, and then he got up and walked his check. (well, walked, staggered) When the waitresses noticed they all took off running after him down the street... it was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life - pink aprons flying.. (their huge hair, being glued down by many cans of Aquanet, did not budge) I laughed so hard I cried. It was just like a scene from those movies that are supposed to be about Texas and everyone is like that. :) (This was our waitress... and I have depicted her kindly. Hah!)