Medora

The exciting vacation continues in the exotic locale of . . .Medora. Gramma Shelly hadn't been there in years and it was on the way back to the ranch--so we spent Wednesday playing tourist. I find several things interesting in Medora. First--there is so much crap for sale that is western, but made in China. I don't get it. Second--not everyone is supposed to dress like a cowboy. Especially if you normally wear penny loafers or are wearing a fanny pack. I guess my Cowboy is rubbing off on me for this to bug me. Gramma tried really hard to find a cowboy hat for Paige; but she didn't want one. I was secretly rejoicing at this--my deepest fear is that she is going to be some cowgirl and when she's a teenager I am going to get stuck sitting at rodeos and having to haul some dumb horse to them so she can run around some barrels. But that's another story. So the compromise for the hat was a teddy bear with a cowboy outfit on. There is a place to make your own bear--so we have pink teddy bear with a cowboy outfit and a cheerleader outfit. It works. We didn't do the musical so it was an early afternoon for us and we left Gramma and headed to the ranch to go find Cowboy and make sure he was still hauling hay. We got there and Paige was excited to see her Dad and he was happy to see us since we had cooked for him. Poor guy had a long week.