Every time I hear Craig Morgan’s song about the combine driver (chug a lug a lugin five miles an hour) I think of Cliff Morrow. The first post I ever read over there was about his combine. I knew instantly that this was a guy I liked! Ironically, when I hopped over there to get the link for you, today’s post also had a combine! Seems like it’s the end of harvest for Cliff. He hasn’t posted in a couple days, I suspect he’s off eating pie.
The other day Deb emailed me and said she always thinks of me when she hears George Strait’s How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls song. I’d never thought much about which song might be like me, but I’ll bet City Boy would agree with the line about not being able to hide my stubborn will or fighting side. Personally? I’d like to be his Dirty Girl… (Do you miss me yet, City Boy???)
(Seriously…you just can’t leave me alone with a camera!! I start doing my own little fashion shoot…in the mirror, at that! I’m such a dork…)
No clue where Darling and I will be laying our heads tonight, just know that it’ll be somewhere beneath the Oregon skies! Hopefully we’ll have internet connection, but if not, Friday evening I know we will. And I’ll have plenty of photos for you…and none of them stupid pics of me!