Yesterday Mom and I went to Grease Monkey to get Dad's car inspected. While we were there, a man came in and I said, "You're a cowboy!" He laughed and talked to me about how he likes to ride horses and bulls. He had on a cowboy hat and boots. Mom thinks I'm going to start saying things about people we see out and about that are going to embarrass her. She's probably right.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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