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The sand box that ruined my day

So I got called out to an emergency meeting about a giant sand box on the lake shore late yesterday afternoon, which made me late getting home, which made Chap mad, which of course, made me mad at his being … Continue reading

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Collapsible shoes, biodegradable underwear and a stark raving sex machine

I got a serious case of cultural whiplash last night, going from a city council meeting in meek mild Meadowlakes, to a writer’s meeting in downtown tie-died hair, pierce-every-orifice Austin. Meadowlakes is a buttoned-down little suburb of Marble Falls, with … Continue reading

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She ain’t heavy, she’s my heifer

“That red brangus is out again. I tried to get her but she’s in the Johnson grass,” the rural route mail lady called to tell us last Tuesday. I swore and growled and,  despite my tendency toward non-violence, visions of … Continue reading

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Mean cats, belligerent toads and sweet, warty revenge

“What is it with you and weird animals?” Chap asked, examining the scratches on my forearm, courtesy of the world’s meanest cat. “You know, other people have cats who actually like them.” I had noticed a deep cut on mean … Continue reading

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Sharp hooks, smelly dogs and fish pee–just another day in paradise

13 stabs with a fish hook 2 smelly, wet dogs 1 blast of fish pee Just another day in paradise . . . When Chap asked me if I’d ever been fishing, I said, “My grandpa used to take me … Continue reading

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