Apologies for my weakened discipline – Eric and Anne are in town and I haven’t had time to plant butt in chair long enough to discourse upon aught. There will be makeups and fictional dates attributed.
But I have been practicing my conjugations of “tump”, in honor of Eric’s degree from Texas A&M and his paternal status as horse-wranglin’ Texan.
He’s awful quiet though. I just can’t seem to get him into the lie-telling and shoutin’ mode one expects. Since we both actually grew up in Indiana maybe there’s a reason for this.