My Redneck Husband

Yesterday was a blast. We went to Quail Creek and windsurfed and got sunburned, and then later on, we went to the Washington County Fair Demolition Derby. I have found that Gary's secret aspiration in life is to be a redneck. Every excuse he can get to act like one, he wholeheartedly dives in. I am kicking myself now that I let the batteries die in the camera. He had on some wranglers and boots that he got from a friend from Texas when he was in high school, and wore his Texas Longhorns shirt. He could barely walk, and when he did, it was sort of penguin-like. I had to help him tie his boots because he couldn't bend over enough to reach them. He even bought the jerky that comes in the round thing that looks like chew. Wow. I couldn't let him look like that all alone, so I wore some knee high cowgirl boots that I picked up at the DI. It was funny. I am just sad we didn't get any pics. I got a couple of the derby and then the batteries died. I guess it leaves it all up to the imagination.