Where lariats go to rest in pieces. 

Poor little snowman. Or is that a snow woman? Either way, this will be the last item on the bucket list for this little fella. Go finish yours, hons, before too many suns either turn you to slush or render you a soggy pile of wrinkles!

Just because you might be a horse’s ass doesn’t mean you can’t do it in style, hons!

Have a spectacular weekend hons, roping in your bucket list with your personal tribe of horse’s asses! As you can see, Mother Crabby has come to give us a surprise visit. I need to go put on my gardener suit and get the bug sprayer ready.

IB Crabby