The nurse and I went shopping last weekend. She bought herself some cute lil’ brown cowgirl boots to wear on her size six feet, two cowgirl shirts that snap up the front in size petite medium, two pair of brown socks nobody will ever see unless she takes her boots off for a handsome cowpoke somewhere in the Rio Grande, and a really cool blue jean jacket to complete her “out on the range” look. She took along two cartons of Marlboro 100’s long and an ample supply of pain pills (for her bad back) so’s she could enjoy the experience fully, I expect. (petooie) But, I think she forgot to bring a rope. (hawk, cough, cough) Said she was goin’ to round up a herd of cattle with her sister in Northern California. Y’all remember that California is the place where “happy cows” come from; least it’s thata way on the tv ad. Her mother found out about her cattle drivin’ trip and loaned her an old chocolate brown cowboy hat made from straw she found in the garage. She washed it off with the hose and laid it out in the hot California sun to dry, while we reminisced about our youth. The cowboy hat has some holes around the edges which gives it a kinda weather beaten character as if she’d been ropin’ and roundin’ up lil’ doggies all her born days. The R.N. smokes like an ol’ log cabin in the woods in the middle of January and I’m sure the happy California cows won’t be too damn happy about that! (petooie) What do y’all think?