“Mom, are there cowboys in Texas?” my son asked when he learned of an eminent trip to San Antonio to visit my Dad and Step-Mom. “Sure, dude.” The last time I visited I went alone, and the children begged me to send photographic evidence that cowboys really do exist.
This was the best I could come up with.
Courtesy of the local Jim’s Steakhouse & Ammo Shop.
I haven’t taken my kids home for a visit since Jensen was 6 months old. They are beside themselves with anticipation. As are the grandparents.
I’m going to take a nice extended weekend to bask in the glow of going home again. I’ll post when possible, and we’ll see if I’m really able to work on-the-go with my iPad. Which I now understand as of today, is obsolete. According to Fiddledaddy. Ever since the new iPad was released. But whatever. I refuse to move on from my Peter, Paul, & Mary L.P. Vinyl is bound to make a comeback.
And btw, Fiddledaddy is campaigning for the new iPad. I reminded him that I sold my grandfather’s teeth to finance mine, and am wondering what he might see fit to hock.
I’ll send pictures of cowboys as I find them.