Ok, so it was the afternoon from hell. I'm not going to elaborate, but it was.
On to brighter things... all the kids are fine. The corpsman will be back state side sooner than later, Yes!
All the sister-in-laws and their daughters (including Marymine and I) are planning a trip to Vegas. I don't care about going to LV. I do want to see the rest of the wild women. Not that any of them are She-rahs or any thing.
Besides, you know if you don't go you are going to be talked about, and you will miss out on all the hugging.
Breakfast once a week with friends at our little airport has become a regular thing. The food is good and a fair number of private jets fly in. One of the cute little guys:
No idea who it belongs to, just that five young reflective belt type guys got off... and the bird was gone.
Then there was a homemade speedy little experimental:
No helicopters this time. I'll have to see if I can talk the BIL into hooking me up with a PJ's helicopter ride. One of the great things about living here is PJ's always seem to have helos flying.
And The Bull Sale is just around the corner. With lots of horses, stock dogs, and bulls.
What more could one want than wild women friends, helicopters and bull...
