Have I Been in Lutz Too Long?
I'm wearing shorts and t-shirts and takin' my boys to baseball practice.
When they asked for parents to come on the field and play a quarter or an inning or whatever the hell it's called, I actually grabbed a bat, hit the ball, and ran the bases. Correctly.
I called someone "gal" the other day.
I drank cherry wine last weekend and enjoyed it.
I don't complain about the heat or bugs anymore.
I. Talk. To. People.
Then I'm drivin' to work the other day and - wait a minute - is it me or is this a jam?
Has Husband been away too long or is that cowboy kinda hot?
Looky here. What's the next song comin' up...
Ewww. Are those tears in my eyes? What's happening to me?
Maybe Robin and I should go eat sushi off a naked woman this weekend and then drink martinis afterward while making fun of rednecks.
*save me*
posted by kate @ 7:00 AM
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4 Comments:
Gotta love that Hick Hop.
I heard one of your songs on WMNF the other day, the one about the guy who was sittin' in a bar because of his wife in a trailer park...so even WMNF is hee hawin' it.
Oh well. At least I'm in good company.
I think you've found a subject we can agree on: hot guys. Yum on your cowboys.
Yipes! Sista, let me give you a reality check:
Cowboys? No way! Don't forget that those dudes carry guns (to hunt), eat meat at every meal and enjoy rodeos.
My suggestion, take your boys across the bridge (to St. Pete) this weekend and soak up some of the cultural arts & ethnic cuisine.
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