Conversation between Beautiful Wife and I on the way to Fort Collins this morning.
BW: There's a cow...and a pronghorn.
Me: (In announcer voice.) Together at last.
BW: Giggling. (In announcer voice.) Tonight at the Copa, cow and pronghorn, together at last, one night only.
Me: Laughing. I just got this image in my head of a pronghorn dancing on its rear legs with a Carmen Miranda fruit basket on it's head.
We both laugh a bit maniacally. I look in the back seat with the rear view mirror and Boyo is rolling his eyes.
And that was before the surgery and vicodin. This could shape up into an interesting weekend.
-Timmer