I promise…

I did.

I really did promise him.

That nice fella, from the Honda Parts place, on the other side of the line.

I promised him that the bird hit me.

I {DID NOT} hit it.

and I really didn’t see why I couldn’t get a special discount of some sort.

I mean really.

It hit {ME}.

I. promise. it. did.

And I am not talking some small bird here.

Texas drivers,

you know the ones.  The big. fat. black. Buzzards that crowd the road and you lay on the horn and you just pray that they move by the time you get there. 

There I was driving in my own lane, under the speed limit.

Well maybe not {under} the speed limit.  I waaaaaaaaaaaaaas jamming to… “Applebottom jeans.  Boots with the fur. The whole club looking at her. “ 

And then BAM!!

BAM!!. BAM!!. BAM!!

That. damn. buzzard. hit .me!!

As I tell my story to the nice Honda Parts fella, he chuckles and says, “If I had a nickle every time I heard that one!”

Then I saaaaay….

“well how about that time when my horse took a bite out of my. bran’. spakin. new. Honda Pilot.”

By now we are both rolling with laughter.  Then I remember how much that nice little horse bite  cost me.  So not laughing anymore.

Then he tells me how much the Buzzard that hit ME is going to cost me. Really so not laughing anymore.

Just like I promised the Honda Parts fella,

I promise you… all my blog peeps, this post that I am working on is just oooooozzzzzzin’ with images…

…..images that showcase a love so strong you can just feel it through your screen.

…I have. never. witnessed. a.  man. love. a. woman. this. way.  The way he looks at her.  The way he guides her.  The way he holds her.

I promise, you dont want to miss it.  Here is a little peek on how one man loves one woman.

I promise.

ciao for now..shel