Cowboy boots or socks? Please, I’d really rather have the socks!
A long time ago, I spent a few very miserable years in Dallas, Texas, amongst a lot of pretend cowboys who would faint or cry and run home to mommy if they ever saw a cow within ten yards of them. One day, I sore a scrawny guy with a gigantic pot belly walking into my office building decked out in full cowboy regalia, with a gigantic gold belt buckle over his huge pot belly, wearing very pointy, fancy cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, and I realized I was the only person laughing. That’s when I knew I had to get out of Texas.
When my kids were small, there were so many organizations giving gifts to "poor’ kids, that most poor kids got way better stuff than we bought for our own kids!
I live in Texas, and I sell rhinestone boots on the weekend. Have a great life here. What was it that made you so miserable? Your attitude? That will follow you to any state.
Wilde Bill almost 2 years ago
One of her mother’s boyfriends must have had more than two coins to rub together.
seanfear almost 2 years ago
rub it, Trout
macky87 almost 2 years ago
Hmmm… Boots leftover from her mom’s ‘dancing’ career?
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Someday that girl is gonna have such a therapy bill….
monya_43 almost 2 years ago
Today is National Whining Day. Agnes always has a reason to celebrate it. She always gets socks for Christmas. Granma is very predictable in that way.
rshive almost 2 years ago
Trout’s Mom seems to shop a few more clearance racks than Grannie.
ChessPirate almost 2 years ago
Must have been from “Uncle Roy”… ☺
(Yippee-Ki-Yay, Mother, um… Trucker!)
stepham almost 2 years ago
Socks are better than no socks.
del_grande Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Not “every” year; some years, it’s underwear
fishbulb239 almost 2 years ago
Socks vs. cowboy boots? Agnes certainly fared far better than Trout in the gift-receiving department!
JLChi almost 2 years ago
Cowboy boots or socks? Please, I’d really rather have the socks!
A long time ago, I spent a few very miserable years in Dallas, Texas, amongst a lot of pretend cowboys who would faint or cry and run home to mommy if they ever saw a cow within ten yards of them. One day, I sore a scrawny guy with a gigantic pot belly walking into my office building decked out in full cowboy regalia, with a gigantic gold belt buckle over his huge pot belly, wearing very pointy, fancy cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, and I realized I was the only person laughing. That’s when I knew I had to get out of Texas.
suelou almost 2 years ago
When my kids were small, there were so many organizations giving gifts to "poor’ kids, that most poor kids got way better stuff than we bought for our own kids!
The Orange Mailman almost 2 years ago
More like ruts and repeats.
paullp Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Trout’s mom must have had a good year!
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace almost 2 years ago
Hence her happiness.
Lucy Rocks almost 2 years ago
I live in Texas, and I sell rhinestone boots on the weekend. Have a great life here. What was it that made you so miserable? Your attitude? That will follow you to any state.
Lucy Rocks over 1 year ago
Seriously. Thank you.