Y’all, I got nothin’.
I was at the ranch this weekend. It is a LOT different from the farm. More remote. More “rustic.” Rougher, friends, it’s just rougher.
So I’m back working in the city today and the kids are off at the farm, and I’m running super low on bloggy muscles these days so you’re getting this. There’s a reason I’m not a professional poet…
I’m a city girl
And I love to roam
But I married a country boy
Who loves to stay home
Over the weekend
We went down to see cattle
Headed south on 59
Til the kids were ridin’ in the saddle
It was hot
I mean Texas summer hot
And truth be told
I don’t like the country a whole lot
There are scorpions
All sorts of bad bugs
‘Course some rattlesnakes
Which freak me out more than slugs
The kids had fun
As fireworks buyers
We lit them late
And, oops, started a fire
Finally, I gave up
Said, let’s give daddy some time
We packed up our bags
And drove back to smog and crime
If you’re wonderin’
If there’s a point to my story
It’s that I love me some city
With my kids, Finding Dory
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