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So the title might be a slight exaggeration. On Saturday, my friend Katie (who had just gotten back from a client visit/road trip late the night before and really only wanted to stay home and nest) and I started the day with a foray into Kansas in search of cowboy boots. Yep. I’ve gone country. Back to my roots. I’ve gone country. (OK, I’m done singing old Alan Jackson songs to you. For now.) As per most of our trips across the state line, we got lost and wandered around Kansas for a while trying to “feel” our way towards where we thought we were supposed to be going. Apparently Katie didn’t see a need to remember ALL of the directions, just the first half. But that was OK because I was in no hurry to be anywhere and driving around in Kansas with Katie almost always entertains. Eventually we ended up there (by sheer luck I’m pretty sure) and wandered in to the “western wear” store to acquire said boots.

We were pounced on immediately by an over zealous sales woman who thoroughly annoyed me. She didn’t have anything in the womens section in my size but repeated herself about 20 times trying to convince me to try the next size up. I said “sure, I’ll try it” after about the 2nd repeat but that didn’t stop her. I was getting close to leaving. I finally said “I said I’d try it!”. They didn’t fit so she told me to try the kids section, that those run in my size. This my friends was devastating. I wanted big girl boots!! (Pout.) She wandered away and a gentleman replaced her to assist us. What a relief!! He was nice and didn’t seem to mind at all that I was being somewhat high maintenance in my refusal to wear children’s boots. He went so far as to go and get their book and walk down the isle with me pointing out which ones they had in a size that I could wear. Unfortunately, none of the 6 he pointed out were boots that I wanted. I eventually settled on a black pair of ropers (I had gone there to purchase brown boots, not lace ups but they were way too hot to not wear out of the store), and a pink pair of children’s boots and a brown pair of children’s boots. I convinced myself that this was OK after all because they were about half the price and they fit and it’s not like I’ll be wearing them with shorts or anything so no one will ever know. Except that people read this blog and I made Katie swear on her life that she would never tell anyone. So 3 pairs of boots in my pile and it was time to convince Katie that she needed to try on the ones she’d spotted as soon as we had arrived. She did, she purchased, she owes me. See her blog.  I’ve since decided to just return the two kid pairs.  I can’t wear them.  I don’t want to!  (Pout.)

After our excursion to Kansas and a bit of a rest at my house in which I’m pretty sure the boy got mad at me about something, we drove up to Kearney for the 14th annual Mule Run. Now, I don’t know a whole lot about it yet but I’m working on getting some background history. I’m prety sure it’s just a reason for a bunch of motorcycle clubs to get together, camp out and drink. There were a couple of bands, some raffle prizes, some beer and some rain. Neither of us were dressed appropriately either. I had on a really cute pink top and she had on a black sweater. Our fellow lurkers wore all black and looked like they were ready for the rain. We were not. So we wandered down to the stand where they were selling t-shirts and hoodies and purchased our own. Now we fit in!! All we really did for our time there was stand around, play with our phones, talk to random bikers and their biker chicks and stand out by the road with Steve asking questions and just being a general annoyance. It was so much fun though!! It was an adventure!! IN THE RAIN!! It really wasn’t raining that much. It was mostly just a light rain all day but it was enough to dampen the attendance. I’m interested in going again next year just to see what it is usually like. We also spent quality time giggling at each other and deciding that we’re going to establish our own group. “Ho’s Before Bro’s”. We’ve mentally designed the shirts too. More on that to come later!