Friday night is the big night. The way my daughter tells it, half the population of Weatherford and citizenry from various other locations will be invading the Fort Worth Stockyards en masse for fun and mayhem. I worry about hangin' in and keepin' up because I'm old, crotchety and used to being in bed early while the majority of the crowd is young and frolicsome. I'm a sitter and a watcher and "frolic" hasn't been in my vocabulary for a very long time. I like to have a place to sit my beer and park my butt. I don't think there's going to be much sitting and parking going on.
Son-in-law tells me I need to relearn how to get my freak on. I told him I thought it was weird he'd noticed his mother-in-law's freaklessness. Back in the day I was a master flirter, but then it was safe to say something slightly innuendous because there was no fear that anyone would take me seriously with the husband standing by. And yes, I know innuendous is not a word, I looked it up. I also know that innuendo is not necessarily flirting, but it was fun. In SIL's defense I think what he really meant is that I need to loosen up and quit being such a stick in the mud. I intend to try.
Anyhow, that's where I'll be. Come on out and join us. I'll be the tall, skinny, slightly-freaky "mature" woman with the rose in her teeth.
2 comments:
All this blueness is hard to read.
Mango, you made me blush, thank you!
Sorry Sili. I didn't realize it was difficult to read. I found the pink I had before to be worse.
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