I'm boycotting Facebook to bring some blogger back! (Holla, Leah!!)
Just needed to say that.
So, if you remember from this post- I mentioned that all I want to do is go country dancing and marry a cowboy. That statement still remains true. Something about those rugged, wrangler wearin', bowlegged, stetson wearin', men really turns me on.
Bonus if he has a nice butt. I'm just saying..
Today I was reminded of this. I nanny for another family other than for my sister, and as we were watching Toy Story, the little boy looked up at me and said,
"Where's your cowboy?" (don't ask me where that came from..?)
But I said,
"Ohhh, I don't know, but I want one!!"
"So.. WISH for one!"
little does he know I wish for one every night.
So cowboy; wherever you are, please come take me away.
