They always behave like perfect ladies and gentlemen. *cough* No elbows on the table, and we never, ever, not ever put our legs up with a skirt on.
This is what a stampede looks like around here.
Greg can build a mean goat playset.
People from the burbs can look like rednecks after only 6 months of living in the country!
In our defense, we were watching the Tour of California from the end of our property. Lance Armstrong rode right past our house!
Lance is in this bunch. He rides for Radio Shack, but honestly, they were a blur, riding past at about 50 mph.
And last, but certainly not least..... it is a really bad feeling to see one of these. Especially while wearing cute little flip flops. A dead rattler is the only good rattler. And yes, after locking the dogs in the kennel, going down to the house to get my boots (albeit rain boots...), camera and shovel, I personally dispatched this sassy little snake. I hope his friends saw and move on.....