Forget the makeup; I barely had time to get dressed. It was a cold and cloudy day, and there was mud everywhere...wah. I was just not feeling this whole glamping thing. I wanted a nap, but Diva Bella was bitching for attention. I was so out of place, like Eva Gabor in Green Acres. Somebody give me back the city life.
Oh, snap out of it, I thought, I'm a cowgirl. It was high time I pick myself up by the bootstraps and git 'er done. Bella's introduction to society would be nothing short of a débutante attending her cotillion. I was not about to let her down.
This was also the time for the chuck wagon teams to set up camp and prepare for their cook-off the following morning.
Nothing like a few cowboys to get a city girl all rustled up and moving about.
What? I vote we save a horse, y'all.
Okay, okay, okay. Y'all bout as bitchy as Bella.
|"She got so many layers on, she look like a tick bout to splode."|
In case you're wondering where Sister Sister-in-law Cindy is, it is noteworthy you take a look at this jolly fella standing next to Honest Abe, the one with the stick of butter. Cindy's no fool...where there's butter-there's flour, where there's flour-there's sugar, where there's sugar-there's peaches. Apparently, while I was tending to Bella, Cindy and Lexie were engaging in
|Mr. President & Lexie|
|Delivered straight out of the dutch oven right to Bella's door|
I don't know bout y'all, but I think Lexie was a wee bit smitten with Sister Cindy.
The rest of the evening is somewhat of a blur but best to my recollection most, a good time was had by all. Including Bella, queen of the