R.I.P.

Well, we've had two deaths here at the ranch. They went a little something like this...



My sister decided to come join the party at Southfork and brought my nephew, James. We were trying to show off how "country" two city girls are and ride some horses. We got some boots out of the garage (which Joe had to empty them of spiders :) Then, we went to the arena to show off our first rate skills. I, being the stupid...i mean, daring one decided to hop on "Rocky" first. I put my left foot in the saddle and then swung my right leg over the horse. About that moment I heard RIIPPP!!! exposing the family heirloom to my sister's great amusement. So I had to give my Abercrombie jeans a proper burial since they had been in the family since 1999. Thank you for serving me well all those faithful college years.



Next, I was putting the little man down for a nap when I heard a lot of noise from the kitchen. I thought to myself, "Self, why would Joe be cooking when he just had breakfast not too long ago and its only 11 a.m." Hmm. Worth checking out. As I rounded the corner I found my knight in shining armor in kacki shorts, his boots (to protect his feet of course), and the fire place tools standing guard over our home. There was an intruder! The snake had hidden behind a piece of furniture in the formal dining room. I love my man, but snakes he does not do. So we call one of the head foreman at the ranch and tell him of our predicament. Within minutes, we have three Latino snake killing specialists at our door. That varmint was apprehended and decapitated in no time. I hope that copperhead burns in the fires of Sheol!