* close encounter of the bovine kind …
Last night at the rodeo I made a new friend. Well maybe friend isn’t exactly the right word. Maybe really mad bull up close and personal would be a more accurate description of my new found love buddy.
He was in a bit of a testy mood for our initial introduction …
He ran around …
Stomped his feet …
I think he was upset because I couldn’t marry him. I already have a bullheaded husband. A husband who wore his good Sunday go to meetin’ boots to the muddy rodeo.
I may have to reconsider though … he flashed me the eye. How can one possibly resist the eye?
mooove over Richard … there’s a new stud guy in town!
me.
This is just too funny!!
its a little too close for me.