Remember my story about my shovel and umbrella? Here is a picture of my sad broken free umbrella. sniff...sniff. RIP umbrella...ella...ella.
Not sure if you can see, but trust me it is wabber jawed and broken. :(
When I came home from Florida, I went to the Professional Bull Riders competition downtown. Why did I go?? One word. Cowboys. Ahhhh it was wonderful.
It was really cool. It takes a special kind of person to say, "When I grow up, I want to ride a bull, possibly get stepped on, and most likely thrown off." My neck hurt just watching them.
Speaking of Florida.....
On my way to Sanibel Island...where I got my picture taken for a magazine. No really I did. I always knew I would be a model. I was modeling the Sanibel Stoop. Basically I'm bending over looking for shells. My Floridians know what I'm talking about. :) And boy can you tell I don't live there! I'm just a little on the bright white side. Ha ha ha.