Fairweather Cowboy… Or Not

I MUCH prefer to be a fairweather cowboy.

Meaning, I hate to ride bundled up in so many layers I’d give the Michelin Man an identity complex.
But…
I don’t get to make those decisions…
So I found myself on horseback today.
Only 3 layers.
Only for 8 hours.
Details tomorrow…
But I’m sore…
And I’m tired…
And I really think I’ll go get a sip of wine…
or two…
My beer is up at a best friend’s house in the refrigerator next to the hot tub.
If I went there…
I’d be in a vegetative state for hours and probably couldn’t make it back home.
So I’ll be ambitious tomorrow and go retrieve my groceries and beer…
and tonight…
You can be empathic and take my place next time.
I promise you won’t have to take my sore spots!
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Looks like fun, doesn’t it?
ugh.

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