Monday, January 21, 2008


From some Blogger archive.
Whoopsie! Mercy, me, look what happened! This horrible and unexpected split rail fence has caught the billowy edge of my ill-fitting attire! What ever shall I do now. Here I am, just little ole me, in the middle of nowhere, caught like a rat in a trap on this dirty old fence. I swear to Pete. Mark my words, this is the ultimate last and final time I go into the west pasture in my best and very white high heels to collect clover. Whatever could I have been thinking! Pooh. Oh... hello, there.. ...cowboy.

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