Bull.........

Professional Bull Riders..... PBR...gotta love those guys. At first I thought to myself, what possesses those men to get up in the morning, tie themselves to an all but wild animal and open the gate? The pay is awful for the most part, the conditions are messy, there's the poo, the smell, the broken bones, sleeping in strange places, filthy dirty clothes, the screaming and snorting, facing one direction then suddenly being jerked in another....then I thought wait a minute, I'm a mother! Maybe that is why I am such a huge fan. Maybe it's the joy of watching a man get jerked around for two hours while I sit and watch (See exhibit A)..maybe it's because I don't have to clean up after the Bull (wink), or launder the guys pants, or fetch them a new ice pack or another beer or....uhh I may have hit a nerve. Anyway...another metaphor for life and I love it! Well I better go...the store just called and the chaps I ordered my husband are in. See ya!!!