Missing Ben. Missing the farm, throwing hay, and riding on tractors. Missing riding shotgun in the truck while drinking jack honey and lemonade. Missing sitting around the fire bullshitting with everyone.
“Folks are always dreaming ‘bout what they like to do,
But I like to do, just what I like.
I’ll take the chance dance the dance.
It might be wrong but then again it might be right.
There’s no way of knowing what tomorrow brings.
Life is too short to waste it, I say bring on anything.”—George Strait, Here For A Good Time
Lol do you have that same problem most of the time you ask someone to talk to you && it never really happens. but on occasion it does? Well dear you are not alone on that. Happens to me. lol.
But how are you?
Hahahah yesss… I’m good, how are you? LOVE your blog!!