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My cowboy and I talk about the nuts and bolts of life on a regular basis.

Well, maybe more like an irregular basis … I mean, planning is a part of any ranch: seasonal, yearly and multiyear plans are necessary. “Which heifers and how many should we retain?”

Soon after winning college football’s national championship in January, the Clemson Tigers were welcomed to the White House like Roman conquerors with a feast consisting of Big Macs, Whoppers and Wendy’s singles.

I passed an old motor home on the highway the other day with a bumper sticker that read “Mamaw and Papaw’s playhouse.” Randomly plastered on the sides and rear end of the motor home was a large collection of “official state stickers” (purchased at the same places that sell “official state souvenir spoons.”) That motor home looked an awful lot like some of the cows we see at the sale barn.

ATTN: This is addressed to teenagers, tuba players and grown-ups in the news media who have gotten great giggles out of the story cow flatulence is a danger to mankind. It can be expected from those who have the attention span of a Bartlett pear, but tuba players should know better.

It was a rarity, but I was actually on schedule – not ahead of schedule but on schedule nonetheless. Somehow, I wasn’t running late. The morning feeding was done, the weather was cooperating, and there was a chance I’d make it to the sale yard in time for lunch before the bull sale.

My husband coughed 5,218 times last night. His lung is in the bathroom. He is sweating through his PJs, but he’s putting on his coveralls.