I don’t have Swine Flu. I’m just a little crazy.
The Creed boys continue to sell like sexy cowboys ought to. If we hit the New York Times list today, that will make 12 straight weeks in the top 15! Yee-haw. I’ll be sure to post the news here as soon as I receive it, which will be late today.
Along with drafting my new book, “Tate”, (One of the Texas McKettricks if you just tuned in) I’ve been making ATCs like crazy. I’ve got a batch of reader mail to go through and I’m really hoping some of you have sent in trades.
Did I brag on Miss Sadie Beagle? She’s doing so well. Dr. Rose was here yesterday to treat the old Buckaroo–he responds so well to acupuncture and the other treatments he’s receiving. Guess my pal isn’t quite ready to cross over the River, and that’s the best news of all. As long as he’s mobile, eating and not in any pain, I want him to stick around.
This coming week my dear Aunt Billie (Wiley) will celebrate her 90th birthday, and we’re all gathering at the Ranch on Sunday to whoop it up. A true cowgirl, Billie was a stand-out barrel-racer back in the day, and if memory serves me correctly, she beat my then-youthful, bull-rider daddy in a horse race, with the prize being a secondhand stove they both wanted. Apparently, one of the grandfathers owned the stove, and decided that a horse race was a fitting way to decide where it ended up.
Oh, the things I remember. I wouldn’t trade my wild-west childhood for anything!