So I think I need to move out of the city. There simply are too few cowboys here and how the heck can I accomplish my life goal of marrying a cowboy if I'm here in the middle of the suburbs? Huh? Huh?
Have I told you folks about my thing for cowboys? No? Well, I have told my entire ward. Over the pulpit. That's right folks--I keep things classy.
Anyway, I guessed y'all could figure it out since I fell in love for the first time with Christian Bale* when he sang Santa Fe and, I don't care that he's got a kid my age, I will love George Strait 'til the day I die. (And, don't tell anyone, but I just might have this hanging in my bedroom.)
And, seriously, have you heard Big Green Tractor? That's like the love song to my very soul.
*Dear Christian Bale,
I know you've got some anger issues but, if you're up for it, you should move to Utah, join the Mormons and make an honest woman out of me. And if you talk to me in your Batman voice I will make it worth your while, if you know what I'm sayin'.