I started getting "twitchy" here in the lodge this morning. We had no guests, and it's not that I needed an escape from the cabin fever. It's a HUGE cabin. But still, we were almost out of toothpaste and Q-Tips. Hardly enough for the rest of the month.
Juanita and I went down the mountain to Fort Collins and had lunch with the oldest daughter (GunDiva), and ran a few errands (tooth paste and Q-Tips).
Driving back up the mountain, I shifted the cell phone in my pocket, and heard a crinkling sound. Aha! One of the receipts from the day was in my shirt pocket with my phone. I hurriedly gave it to the book-keeper before I lost it. You should never anger the book-keeper by losing a receipt (it's even more important when you are MARRIED to your book-keeper).
"That reminds me of a story I heard once." I told Juanita.
"There was a poor, almost destitute cowboy once, that couldn't afford a real set of chaps, or a vest. So he made himself a set out of paper. When he got to town, the sheriff arrested him and threw him in jail."
"The charge was, of course...
Did you know I can hear her eyes "click" when she rolls them?