cowboy confession

I am sitting in the Chorus room at Green Run High School, listening to HAIRSPRAY and watching, out of the corner of my eye, a young man dance to “Darker the Berry, Sweeter the Juice.” What a precious moment.

At the same time, I am reading the Pioneer Woman’s blog which makes me want to go buy a copy of Crimson Tide, visit someplace called the J Bar, and put a downpayment on a perfectly painted apartment on Goethe street in Chicago,  just to have to cancel my request a month later for ONE outrageously wonderful reason.

Sometimes stories are just beyond believable.

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