The Envelope Please

Helping the Goob pack for college...

Me:  I'll put in a couple of envelopes and stamps.
Goob: Why?  Do you really expect me to write you a letter?
Me: (slight hesitation)  Umm...
Goob:  Did my sisters ever write you a letter when they went to college?
Me:  (more hesitation)  Umm, no.  (I put the envelopes back)
Me:  If you needed to...would you know where to find and envelope and a stamp?
Goob:  In a museum?

I might miss that boy.

Later in the packing process...
Me:  Are you taking your afghan that grandma made for you?
Goob:  Yes, I am.  I might take a picture and send it to her.
Me:  You will need an envelope.

You Might Be From Wyoming...

 ...if you have enough antlers in garage to spar with all the grandkids.  And the kitchen is a perfectly acceptable place to do it.

Adding to the Not A Sandpail List

 6.  Go tent camping at a Wyoming State Park.

 

7.  Wear matching head gear with some of my favorite people.

8.  Make cherry peach jam.

9.  Go fishing

 More than once.

11.  Just Dance.

12.  Picnic on the mountain.

13.  Kayak every chance I get.

14.  Ride the RZR.

15.  Feel the Christmas Baby move.

Think this needs to be my EBS list--

Especially Blessed Summer

Its Good to Have a Papi

We took the BGITW to the county fair parade in the little town that is the county seat.  The kind of little town where it is still acceptable to throw candy from floats and equally acceptable for small children to run into the street and gather it up by the handfuls.  The kind of parade that has tractors and firetrucks and political candidates in equal numbers.  And this one tractor pulled barrel train. Truthfully, I have wanted to ride in this since the first time I saw it.  But the main street of the county seat lined with crowds in the middle of the day is not where I was going to ride it.
Want to ride?  No, I say.
Do the kids want to ride?  I defer to their mother--the Queen of Queens.  No way, she says.

Come on BGITW, says Papi.
I'll drop them off at the park, says the tractor driver.
Where's the park? says the Queen of Queens with just a touch of panic in her voice.
And that is how the 5 year old from New York City ended up in the Big Horn County Fair Parade.  Proudly riding down Main Street, Small Town, Wyoming.  Throwing candy to less fortunate children who could only watch from the sidewalk.

There Are No Words