Tuesday, May 29, 2007

A Song For Russ

Here's a little blast from the past...

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your baggage donkey thanks you for this Blast from The Past. As each day passes I think more and more that the desert is a good place for donkeys too.

dreamer said...

The real issue here is whether you have a .22 and a pickup truck to take the feral hog carcasses to the butcher. Oh wait, we don't need that - Judy does.

Anonymous said...

O!M!G! I remember exactly where I was when I heard that song! Sitting in a bar with a new love, drinking wine. That was definitely times of riding a horse with no name, drinking wine and lovin'. We were free spirits and the world was right.

Sammie

dreamer said...

It's wonderful that we can remember that 35-year-old song vividly. But can we remember where we put our car keys? The real reason women our age can't have children: we'd forget where we put them.

Anonymous said...

It looks like Judy won't need a 22 to start living high on the hog. She's found someone who will deliver.