Coming to a Sad Realization
So my wife has been pointing out this sad new reality to me for...well, years now. I think, deep down, I've become a country boy. Some facts that prove this: (1) I drive a truck, not just any truck but a BIG truck, with 4 doors, slightly lifted, towing package, big V-8, black, with a small Texas flag decal on the back window. (2) Country music just sounds good now, and truthfully has ALWAYS. Not just that, but I'm listening to it all the time now. UGH! (3) I own a pair of real cowboy boots...I know, sad but true. (4) My little boy's room is decorated in John Deere Tractors, Rustic Texas style lamps, art work, etc. (5) When I get mad, tired, and/or excited this really bad habit comes out of nowhere...they call it a southern draw. (6) I really enjoy Rodeos and would secretly like to be a Rodeo Clown. (7) I have dreams of owning land. (8) hunting, riding horses, Fly fishing...LOVE IT! (9) I've actually spent a lot of time working on my grandparents farm...OH YEAH, people in my family owned a farm! (10) My wife told me...so it must be true!
So you see, My name is Josh...and I'm country. But don't think for one minute you'll get me in a pair of wranglers and a Cowboy hat...Noo-ooo sir!!
So you see, My name is Josh...and I'm country. But don't think for one minute you'll get me in a pair of wranglers and a Cowboy hat...Noo-ooo sir!!