sometimes i dream i’m a cowhand working on a ranch in the wild west. i walk around with my noisy spurs, chewing a long grass reed, watching the other cowboys chasing cows and bulls. i don’t like to ride the bulls because that upsets my tummy. and taming those wild horses would probably make me really tired, so i just stand by the corral waiting for the dinner bell.
and we’re having barbecue ribs with worcestershire sauce and garlic bread and home-made french fries tonight. yahoo!