Photo stolen from these guys)
I don't seem to be able to get it together lately. In between bouts with inflamed skin, a tail bone on the move, and all-night animal games (cats, dogs, owls, coyotes, whatever), I am shot.
I'll just share this little zinger from Sparky, a question she popped apropos of nothing, as we clambered out of the car this afternoon.
Sparky: "Smedley, do you think that cowboys who really, really like being cowboys wear their hats to bed?"
If I didn't know better I'd swear that five-year-old Sparky had been smoking funny plants and picking at her navel fuzz today.