OK, FROS didn’t have a dream, I did. And it involved cowboys.
In my dream, I was a brave widow woman who owned a ranch which was being threatened by the bank and so I needed cowboys to take my cattle to market before my bank note came due. (Yeah, I really need to stop watching Gunsmoke and eating ice cream right before bedtime.)
Anyway, in my dream I was sitting in my little wooden chair behind my little wooden desk in my little wooden office (they used a lot of wood back then, didn’t they?), and I had to choose from this:
It was a very difficult decision and just as I was trying to pick the perfect cowboy to save the day, I woke up. And now I wonder which cowboy I’d pick . . .
Oh, forget it. Let’s just assume that we hired them ALL and they saved the day TOGETHER, all while NOT wearing shirts.
Miss Kitty would be so proud.
Happy FROS! Here’s to a week filled with chuckles, terrific happengings, and (of course) hunky cowboys.