but the suspense has wrapped itself around me like a metal chain, pulled taut by the backend of a tractor . . .Ree is pulling our heartstrings, folks.
On purpose.
Torture at it's finest.
We must band together, and demand WEDDING PHOTOS ~ IF she ever gets around to completing this steamy saga.
Of course, she'll most likely lasso us in for the chronicle of newlywed life; her firstborn; her secondborn; etc.
*sigh*
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WHAT? You haven't read it???!! Well git yerself on over to the PioneerWoman, pour a cup of java, pull up a chair, and get ready to ride. It all starts here, in her September archives: Black Heels and Tractor Wheels (originally titled The Night I Met Marlboro Man)
3 comments:
Isn't it fantastically frustrating? I love it!
I'm debating that Williams Sonoma turkey brine. I've never brined my turkey though, always used cajun marinade injector stuff.
...what say you? Are you a brining type?? :P
No brine. No whine.
LOL
ummm . . .and while we're at it, NO CAJUN INJECTIONS, either!!! LOL
I loved it. LOL @ DeWayne hehe
Re: rain-- We just moved from the desert area in Coachella Valley (it was 93F last week when we left), it rained once there... just spit really... :)
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