Ok, I promise to get going on this whole blog thing again soon.
I'll tell you about the trip, and how great it was, despite the company. And I'll tell you about the job, which is still amazing even through all the anxiety. And I'll tell you about the office crush, which sometimes makes like feel like I'm in 8th grade again, but sometimes makes a day feel worth it.
But for now, this is for you, John.
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I would say that that is oh so surprising, but you nearly hanging yourself with the chin strap to a cowboy hat is just SOOOOO you! I was, however, surprised by the fact that you didn't laugh longer or fall of your horse into a pile of cow dung or choke on some airborne insect that was whizzing about the area!!
You are dangerous to both man and animal ... and that, my friend, is what I dig about you!!!
You said it! You said it you said it you said it! Christ, I've never been so happy to hear a curse word.
lol I am with Josh, you actually made it to 27 without killing yourself so that in itself says a lot.
Dude Ranch Trip =$3,000
Frye Cowboots =$275
Bitten Jeans =$20
Sam acting like her clumsey-ol-self (ie nearly choking herself and laughing herself silly) =priceless
Actually, I'm 28. I've made it one more year than you thought. Impressive, huh?
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