Psst...were you looking for me?
Bet you thought I had run off with the circus...or the mailman!
Sad to say...no such luck. I've been busier than a rented mule...and I'm twice as tired.
Stop the madness...I wanta get off! I'm dizzy enough without bouncing around in circles like a bingo ball in a church basement!
Y'all know this a crazy time for us. We're four...you read right...four weeks out from blasting off for the Greatest Show On Dirt.
Hark...I think I hear the Mother Ship calling my name as I type.
I'm busy hunting, cleaning, pricing and packing. Cat Daddy is rolling the Dolly Mama around to beat the band and slo-o-o-wly that trailer is filling up.
Where the heck did I put those tags? Hey...who stole my magic marker? Has anybody got an extra trailer stretcher they're not using?
Like Punxsutawney Phil, it may be 4-6 weeks before I get to stick my head out again, but I'm gonna try and keep y'all up-to-date on our progress.
Law...what I wouldn't give for an extra set of hands right about now!
In the meantime, I'm taking advantage of these crazy, mild temperatures we're having. Y'all know here in Texas, that can change in a heartbeat.
Ahhh...70 degrees, flip-flops, braids, and grocery store feet...perfect working conditions!
If you don't hear from me in the next week or so...don't fret. Just send pimiento cheese, a loaf of light bread...and a big bar of Lava!