The Naked Cowboy
I'm afraid I only have another brief post for you today as I rush to hit a deadline to get the novel finished. Happily, I now have an end, a twist in the tale, and should be back to normal length posts next week.
I'm also glad to report that Ms. Baroque is back, gall free, and posting again and directing my attention to my cousin in America. The Naked Cowboy seems like a man after my own heart, though I can't say he's as good looking as me.
5 comments:
Just had to say that I love your ponytail.
Okay then, off to meet a naked cowboy.
Okay, I'm back.
Erin, I'll have to add you to my blog roll for a compliment like that.
And I'm so glad you came back. A Welshman in a thong is infinitely superior to a cowboy in a hat. I'm not even convinced he's actually a cowboy. He's never be able to ride a horse dressed like that... Or, at least, not in any conventional sense.
You're Welsh?
Okay, that's it. I'm taking my pants off.
Oh, now you're making me blush...
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