What's That, You Asked?

       Clevis!!!!!

See this thingy. Mr. Cowboy and I were out driving around the other day, just having a great time when all of a sudden he slams on the breaks. We came to screeching halt in the middle of our county road. He throws the truck in reverse, opens his door, leans down to pick up this thingy. I thought he was crazy for stopping in the middle of the road. He say's excitedly, "Do you know what this is?"

I'm still glaring at him, heart pounding terror that someone would come barreling over the hill to plow into us. "No," I say and "Can we please get moving!"

As he started driving again, he explains what the thingy is, a clevis, he says is used as a type of buckle or shackle to link things together. He goes on to tell me the possibilities of how he's going to use the thingy.

Ladies, guys, has anyone else experienced this behavior with your significant other???? He drives me crazy sometimes.

Onto sewing life.....

I finely decided to sit at my machine to stitch out an embroidery design. For several minutes I tried to bring up the thread from my bobbin without success. I changed needles, I cleaned the bobbin case, I changed bobbin thread a couple of times before remembering.......

that I needed to thread the needle to bring up the bobbin thread......sigh. Has it really been that long since I've sewn something? Obviously, yep.
I hope that no one else is having mental lapses like me.

So Mr. Cowboy....

So yesterday Mr. Cowboy ask me to tag along with him in town. He mentioned he'd treat me to lunch so I was more than happy to ride. However, I failed to remember how said cowboy's town adventures usually play out. Ladies, see if this sounds a bit like your man.

First stop the local gas station, just on the way to town where several of his dirt kicking buddies are standing around. He takes this opportunity to shoot the breeze for 20 mins or so, then suddenly remembers I'm waiting at the gas pump area.

Second stop; there's a guy on the side of the road selling raw honey or fresh melons or whatever & your guy feels a sudden urgent to purchase that thing. He exits the vehicle, talks/laughs/points wildly/laughs some more before finally paying the guy. Then you're finally on your way to town or so you think.

Can anyone relate to this?

Next stop...

Some parts place with loads of logos.  Did you know that when a guy goes into one of these places, you may never see him again. Cowboy was in there for at least 30 minutes or so. When he finally came out I could swear he had grown a beard. When I asked him what was he doing in there, he said that the guy at the counter had to look up some parts on the computer and then go back in the stock room to get said parts. I think the guy at the counter sent a turtle to fetch the parts. What do you all think?????

By now, I've given up on ever seeing the city limits. Mr. Cowboy apologizes profusely about all the stops then say there's one more before we can eat. It's off to the John Deere place for an hour tour & demo of an "E" series tractor. Can I just say Oh my gosh!!!!!!!!

By the time we get to lunch, I could eat a horse! No really!!!!!

I think Mr. Cowboy has broken me up from traveling with him to town...I'll just stick to riding around the farm.........sigh!!!