I don't really mind, as I'm a morning person and I can sit and drink coffee in peace. I can also read every square inch of every online news source and catch all the little blurbs I normally miss or don't have time to discover. On this particular morning, I was looking for an excuse to get up and take some Advil for the ache in my morning-after-a-PICC arm. The crusty-nosed baby provided it.
If you haven't heard of Robert Earl Keen, he is Texas mixed with a side of lyrical humor and a dash of a well written ballad. He quickly grew on me while Kyle was
With Memaw here to keep us from leaving the kids home alone, I was able buy tickets on the fly and surprise Kyle with a hot date on a Friday night. Yes people, that meant the Woodys stayed up past our bed time. Way past our bedtime.
The venue was filled with Texas ex-patriots all savoring a taste of home. It was the right crowd in the right age range and with the right amount of beer consumption for our liking. I saw some Wranglers, a few rodeo shirts and left with a deep desire to buy cowgirl boots. I'm not kidding about that third one. I think I can make them fashionably metropolitan and will seek them out soon.
If you need some exposure, let me introduce you to some of Robert Earn Keen's more humorous and popular peaches: