But hey, I can kind of wear one of them.
Nope.
And since Tim was able to empty two plastic tubs from the RV’s basement into this thing, and thus rearrange the contents of a few others, I had to redo the labels I’d put on just last month. Sigh.
The second present was ordered on Friday, at Line-X of San Antonio. Tim’s had his eye on one of these babies for months now (and by “one of these babies,” I mean a cow catcher, a term that is inaccurate, but I rather snottily insist on using anyway). I waited in the BFT while he very nearly skipped inside to hand over our money. We thought it would take just a minute or two, but…
It’s called a ranch hand.
It bears less of a resemblance to a cowboy than I’d hoped.
So what am I getting for my birthday? Hmmmm.
Well.
In keeping with my “own less, do more” philosophy, I think I’ll go with something that doesn’t take up any additional space, will make me feel sassy (classy, and a bit smart-assy), and has captivated my attention for months. In other words, it’s something I reallyreallyreally want.
Be prepared…
… for lavender…
… hair.
I’m highly allergic to lavender.
You so cute. Can bring a tear to a glass eye! Can’t Wait to see you in Lavender!! ♡♡