Rocky Horror opens tomorrow night and I've been lying here for an hour trying to get this corset to behave — it has other plans, and honestly, so do I. Tell me you'd lace me up tight, cowboy.
Rocky Horror opens tomorrow night and I've been lying here for an hour trying to get this corset to behave — it has other plans, and honestly, so do I. Tell me you'd lace me up tight, cowboy.
Signed up for a costume 5K this weekend that runs 650 feet underground, so now I'm out here testing whether my outfit can survive three whole miles. Think I'll make it, cowboy?
Halloween's only a few days out and I finally settled on a costume — the mirror seems to approve of it more than I expected. Be honest with me, cowboy: too much plaid, or not enough?
Jets have been screaming over the fields all evening getting tuned up for the air show this weekend, and I've been out on the porch for every single pass. This old tank top keeps losing arguments with the evening breeze, and I'm not helping it win. Come watch the sky with me, cowboy.
Winter wheat's going in the ground and the drill fought me the whole first pass — I'm wearing more dust than flannel at this point. Come walk the fresh rows with me, cowboy.
First pass through the beans is done and I'm wearing half the field in dust and chaff. The overalls did their job so well the straps gave up the second I shut the engine off. Come ride shotgun for the last rounds, cowboy.
Wicked Island lights up Watson Park tonight and I'm standing in front of my closet like it's a corn maze — this flannel can't decide if it's coming with me or staying right here. Come pick my layers for me, cowboy.
Cowtown lets you pay what you wish today, so this farm girl is trading chores for the 1880s — and this old prairie dress keeps slipping off my shoulder, which I'm not fighting one bit. Come walk the dirt streets with me, cowboy.
The Asian Festival has Century II smelling like a hundred kitchens at once, and I've already worked my way through three stalls — dumplings won this round. Come claim the seat beside me, cowboy.
Couldn't sleep, so I came down for a glass of cold milk and my flannel didn't make it past the second button. Come finish the pour with me, cowboy.