We woke up to pancakes for the second time this trip. You know, we were supposed to be roughin' it. I don't feel like this really fits into the plan :)
It was hilarious! We went down to the cafe - which was half a block away and from home and had the word "cafe" spray painted down the side of the building - and damn-near every person in that place knew Kevin and Brenda by name. "BTDubs" It's still legal to smoke every place in Texas and by golly they sure do!
Anywhosawhatsits, we downed some sweet tea, then headed out to a man named Tex's place (I don't remember if I mentioned his name or not, before, but he's the uber-gentleman from IHOP). He had cows and donkeys and all the broken junk a girl's heart could desire. Ya'll should really have a look at my Facebook and see what photographic treasures I found!
After we explored the ranch a bit, Tex got serious and told us he didn't approve of this trip but, he was young once so...
So he handed us fifty dollars each! We will have to send him one heck of a thank you card.
Oh, I almost forgot! This morning we cleaned out the guest bedroom of a neighbor. She was the sweetest old lady (aside from my gandma, of course)! Haha! The room was covred with knick-nacks. In cabinets, on shelves, really, on any surface a porcelain doll or farm-animal-shaped salt and pepper shaker could sit on! This lady had two owls made of sea shells! Two! Who needs one owl made of sea shells?! And she had to have peen affiliated with the Illuminati, I swear; she had more freaky-deaky owl crap than I've ever seen in my life. Her pack rat-ness was endearing, though, and the cleaning was fun. Heck, we each got twenty bucks and a caffeine free coke out of the deal!
Skipping forward, dusty and tired, we sat down to dinner, after we got home from the ranch, and guess who was at the table? Our waitress from IHOP! I guess she's Savanna's aunt. I tell ya, these small towns...
P.S. The mouse pad says "Don't mess with Texas."
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