And I am the farthest thing from a country girl that you could get. The Hubster has been trying, to no avail, to get me to move to the country for years. Not gonna happen.
The closest I get to western apparel is a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. Although I have done it in the past, I'm too scared to get back on a horse. But the PBR is my very favorite sport to watch. I guess I live vicariously through them because there is no way on God's green earth I would ever try it. Ever.
So we're going to make a date of it. Go down the night before and rent a hotel room. Hang out in Bricktown that morning and then go get my fill of bull riding. The Hubster may not know it yet, but I will be getting a souvenir. And that's another thing. I am not a souvenir person. I would much rather save my money than buy little trinkets from wherever we've been. Until now. I'll just add this one to my PBR Christmas ornament I got in my stocking this year.
And, sis, can the kids stay with you while we're gone? :)
