So I spent this weekend celebrating T’s birthday with his friends in a lovely ranch up north that we had rented for the occasion. Complete with stables, fireplace, an assortment of cowboy hats and Tammy Wynette music, the place was fully decorated in the kitschiest of Western styles. We ate like pigs and a hearty good time was had by all.

T got a parachute jump as a present from his friends. So next week, I’m going to go watch them throw my boyfriend off a plane.

Don’t nobody get no ideas. If the chute doesn’t open, the Playstation is mine. For the rest, you’ll have to come to the yard sale.