Five card no peeky, everything is wild...

I have been reduced

 to a dress wearing ol cowgirl in shit kickers who can't afford the the reservation for three nights at the romantic mountain cabin retreat for two. You remember the place...  That would be here:

Not that money means all that much to me, but $6,414 is a chunk of change, or a new set of teeth.  Besides that, there is no special guy to take along. 
I could really use some advice about guys. Do you think it's the prickly rascal part, pranker part, lets ride like the wind, laugh til we cry, sit by the fire part, read books part, what???  Because I'm stumped, I tried for two whole days to be a gracious, sweet older lady, and was doing well (or so I thought) until, well let's just say that man at the feedstore should have been able to catch that bag of steer feed I tossed to him. He works there for cry'n out loud.

Possibly it has been too long since a bit of pranking has happened.  An opportunity not taken is wasted, so for Dad's poker party tomorrow night...

Half Baked...

So, the cousin & her hubby are back from six months at their house in Cabo, a sil & bil are back from two weeks in Hawaii,  and so it goes with a bunch of others traveling to far exotic locations.

Me, I would like very much to be here

mostly because it has a hot spring pool, a tepee, and a cabin in a meadow, and a little bit because it comes with a chef. Yes, I said chef (you know like a cooker/baker person). 

I have gone to dinners in homes where they had a chef. (I did know how to dress in a discrete black sheath, with get-it-girl stilettos and minimal flash, I do know what all the plates, utensils, and glassware are for).  I only ever drank out of the finger bowl once, and I was very young at the time, although, never forgiven for that fopaux.

Anyway, back at the home, as I was pulling a loaf of burnt bread out of the oven yesterday morning, with dad scowling at me, the home helper laughing her head off, and a delivery person walking in the door, saying "Wow, your house smells... like really burnt toast!"  I thought a lot about that hot springs, the chef, and the chance for baker person classes...