I’m back in the saddle and as sore as a city tourist at a dude ranch. The only difference is I haven’t been riding in a Hawaiian shirt, bermuda shorts, and Tevas. My custom chaps don’t feel so custom anymore, or at least they must have been customized for my eviler, more active twin. I [...]
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B’s wedding was lovely. And the bouquet is mine, with only minimal stiff arming of other people. I’m always intrigued by unique weddings. At B’s they had a jumpy house for the kids (and later, the adults) shaped like a Hummer, a vote for the ugliest wedding dress from a selection of catalog dresses B’s [...]
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