Tuesday, June 7, 2011
so guess which cowgirl managed to wrangle up herself some internet access and is now moseying through a month of old blog posts?
that's right. this cowgirl.
Meanwhile, back at the Boston ranch, this little country gal is trying to fit in with some city slickers after the Great Northern Migration of 2011.
This little country gal also now has some mean bicep muscles after REPEATEDLY CARRYING EVERYTHING SHE OWNS DOWN TWO HUGE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS IN 100 DEGREE WEATHER.
(AND THEN MOVING EVERYTHING SHE OWNS INTO A TINY UHAUL TRAILER because, quoth Derrick, it'll be plenty big enough, AND THEN MOVING EVERYTHING SHE OWNS OUT OF A TINY UHAUL TRAILER AND INTO A GIANT UHAUL TRUCK BECAUSE, IN FACT, THE TINY UHAUL TRAILER WAS NOT PLENTY BIG ENOUGH.)
Let it be said that I never knew what hell was until I moved out of the South in the summertime. And let us never speak of moving out of Virginia again.
Unless I decide to do some terribly witty blog post about it.
Then let's laugh jovially and use dry humor and clever wordplay to hide the deep scars that the Great Northern Migration has left on me.