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Hoo! Let's tailgate! Yep, that's me sitting on the tailgate of
an old pick-up truck with mut dog, Louie. Well, what's left of
the pick-up anyway. DH cut about twenty inches off the back and
mounted it onto the back wall of our house, so we could always
have a tailgate party whenever the urge struck. And, well, for
DH, the urge strikes a lot. Our backyard is always full of folks
having a good time and eating good food. DH grills some mean ribs.
In fact, he's getting quite a reputation for his ribs. Me? I like
his ribs jest fine. *wink.*
give me a minute to pick a lime off the lime tree and feed it
to my Corona. Hmmm, that hits the spot. No, I'm not a heavy drinker,
though I do relax with one beer each night. My newly acquired
lime tree actually produced three limes this year. And oh man,
that was a tasty lime. I still have one left to pluck, but it's
rather small so I'll have to wait. Pull up a chair and join me
or better yet, climb on top of the tailgate with me.
Okay, so here
is a not-so-clear candid of DH and I on the dance floor. This
is one of our favorite past times. We try to go at least once
a month to the local honky-tonk dance joint. We show up at 8:00
and the dance floor is ours - literally. Then about 9:30 PM, the
college kids show up and by 10:00 PM, it's so crowded you can't
dance any more, but oh wow, those kids can dance a mean two step,
complete with all the fancy twists and turns.
me take another sip of that corona. Hmm, but it isn't doing much
to warm me up. Man it's cold in my corner. Yep, this is a picture
of me at my writing space. But dang, I need to go fetch my fuzzies.
I wear these thick, fuzzy socks to keep my feet warm while I write.
(The first time I wore them to bed, my DH about freaked.) When
I saw this picture and all that gray, I immediately dyed my skunk
streak purple again. Too fun.
the time has flown here on my tailgate. Thank you so much for
coming to my party. It's more fun with all you folks around. Thanks
RJ for hosting me.
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