Tomorrow I'm slapping on my cowgirl boots and hat and riding into the Country Music Capital's sunset for a week of some meetins' and some trainin'. Grab your tissues 'cause I most likely won't be blogging till the first of August.
August will be quite full, and I might just find something to write about in the mix.
1. I'll be wrastlin' the children back to the scholastic grind right away.
2. Pooh Bear will have some hard dental work done.
3. Tater finally returns from camp the same day as Pooh Bear's dentist appointment.
4. My nineteenth wedding anniversary will occur.
5. Tater will turn a whooping 12 years old.
6. My husband will turn a young 44 years old.
Blessings on your next week. See ya when I return.
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huh? what? 44?? do you have another OLDER husband that I don't know about? I am only 42 now, which means I will turn 43 next month.
(scratchs his head and wonders about that schoolin' thing we're starting next month)
Have fun cowgirl! It looks to be a very busy few weeks. We'll be here waiting to hear how it all turned out :~)
p.s My 1st comment was erased since I did not proof read before posting. I need to work on that...
My dearest husband,
YOU know better than to think I remember ages of anyone, let alone what day of the week it is. By the way, it's Sunday. I went to church this morning.
Farmchick,
Should be great. Thanks for droppin' by.
Grab your tissues 'cause I most likely won't be blogging till the first of August.
Well, okay, but we'll have to dock your blogging paycheck.
Ok..this has been enough... things just aren't right without you here. Even the stock market is plummeting because we aren't together. HURRY HOME HAPPY!
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