From my guardian cobra, Her Abbyness, my favorite rancher, and Miss Pippa...

[crusades_r_us]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[rein_it_in]

Do you even know any other ranchers?

I think I about died realizin' I was talkin' about what I was talkin' about to a little gal half my age.

[crusades_r_us]

Not really...but seriously, you're made of win! How could another compare?

*blinks* Get. Out. I will not go against the Women's Code of Ethics and ask your age, but I'm so calling bullshit. You can't be more than ten years older than I am, and I'm stretching it a bit.

[rein_it_in]

I've always thought women who squirreled away their age had bigger thing to be hiddin'. It ain't no secret and I am not shy about the fact that I'll be forty-two come February.

[crusades_r_us]

Holy shit, man...not the age, the whole "you don't look a DAY over thirty" part!

Can I be you when I'm forty two, all fresh-faced and looking amazing? :p

[rein_it_in]

You're a right little butt-kisser, ain't ya?

I look my age, I've got wrinkles and scars and more cellulite than I care to think about on my thighs. But I'm okay with that. Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' older.

Now you want to see amazin' for their age, that'd be my mama. And she would put her foot in my behind for tellin' you how old she is.

[crusades_r_us]

I resent that! I speaketh the truth, ask anybody. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. ;p

Not from your pictures, you don't...wrinkles be damned, my grandfather has 'em to spare and he still looks no older than forty. It's in the eyes, I say.

Ooooh, got pictures? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. ;p

[rein_it_in]