Our cowboy adventure carried on into the spring.  You can see that my parents didn’t play favorites as far as the western theme.  My evil sister enjoyed the same privileged dress up (although she has no guns – why would girls have guns? And look how she has her pants pulled up over her belly like an old man).  The rocking horse was mine too, by the way. Maybe we should have traded the horse for a lawn mower.

Can you believe what a good looking cowboy I was.

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