So we've been doing this Texas gig for about seven months now. It is more and less Texas than we anticipated. And by Texas, I mean big hats, big boots, and bit attitudes.
Our family has a little game (stereotyping, other people may call it) called "that's so Texas!". If we see a truck the size of most people's houses drive over the center median, doing a u-turn accomplished only by about 15 feet of clearance that the tires provide, we yell "That's so Texas!" Now that I think about it, most of our observations center around massive cars and poor driving skills. That and meat, meat, and more meat.
Idling next to this bad boy tailpipe this morning was more rumble than I expected during the school run.
Not long after arriving here, Sprout said, with a gleam in her eye, "what if you're so Texas, you say ya'll to just one person!" She about split her sides with laughter, and so did we.
Today is "Go Texan" day at school, and judging by the attire of the ladies at my doctor's office, in Houston in general. It was yesterday afternoon that I ascertained that we owned one bandana, all our jeans were skinny, and all our plaid hipster. I wasn't about to run out and buy expensive cowboy boots, and denim skirts and leather vests. After a shout out to the internet, ideas rolled in and I'd say we pulled of an acceptable attempt at being Texan for a day.
If you need any cattle or horses wrangled, let me know. I've got one little cowboy ready to go. His technique may need a little improvement but, he's eager to please.
Rodeo season, here we come!
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