Her blogs I want to paint. She caught me with this title, cuz I am a cowgurl!
The airplane was so tiny, it could be called a sardine can. my fourteen inch wide carry-on was banging against the seats as I dragged it behind me. I had become intimate with the two seat on the left, one on the right commuter plane. Even at my diminutive height of five foot two, I managed to smack my head on an over head bin. Up until now, all super small planes I’d flown on were short and wide, not super narrow.
This must be how sailor a submarine feel. I do loves me a man in a sailor uniform. But that’s another story.
As I was fighting with my recalcitrant case, banging along after me. A ray of hope entered the darkness. A cowboy booted foot protruding out in the isle. A cowboy, too tall for his seat. Cowboys always offer help to a woman in distress.
As I slugged closer to immediate help, I…
View original post 225 more words