Well, hey there. We’ve been a bit out of the loop this Holiday because we’ve spent the majority of it home home on the ranch. Plus then on Boxing Day, the Hurricane and I traveled even further outside the loop to spend a few days at the other ranch, or the hunting ranch, as my three-year-old niece calls it. Because people I’m related to regularly shoot things with bows and arrows. That’s right. You really shouldn’t mess with me. And yes, you did read that correctly, because I’m from Texas, we have two ranches. And yes, of course, I rode a horse to school everyday, silly. And, um, duh, it goes without saying that I sold guns door to door for the church choir fundraiser. And yes, that’s right, it’s completely true that dancing was always illegal in my hometown until a smart-talking city boy with mixed tapes and killer gymnastic skills moved in, taught us all some sweet moves, and motivated us to confront the city council in order to host our own illegal prom across the county line where everybody cut everybody cut everybody cut footloose with Kenny Loggins and Shalamar. Living in Texas is totally and exactly like it is in the movies. Or on the news. Exactly. So anyway, that’s why I’ve been away. We don’t have the internet way out here. Or phones. Or electricity. Or Oreos. We mainly just sit around by the campfire and drink sasparilla. And shoot guns in the air. That’s pretty much all I’ve been doing. Oh and driving across county lines to dance. And so speaking of that. I’ll be out of pocket again for the next few days or so. Because the HcQ and I are driving across county lines to completely treat ourselves to some quality time at a five-star resort and spa. Where we’re totally going to be shooting our guns in the air. And wearing conchos. And spitting. Because that’s how we roll. In Texas. So please don’t mess with us.
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