10 years & a truck
I learned today that I am now, officially, a Texan. I may be an adopted Texan, but with 10+ years and a truck, I’m a Texan.
I never ask a man where he’s from. After all, if he’s from Texas he’ll probably tell me, and if he’s not I don’t want to embarrass him.
– Don Meridith
We’re trying to be Coloradan’s. We have two jeeps and a log house…we just can’t bring ourselves to wear socks with sandals.
I saw this at a crafty stand:
I wasn’t born in Colorado, but I got here as soon as I could.
Whereas here in California, they say, “Welcome to California. NOW GET THE @#$& OUT!”
There are definitely some things I miss about Texas.
All these Texans sure look at us funny when we tell them we moved here from Colorado.
I’ve lived here for most of the past 20 years, but I’ve never owned a truck. (Although my ex-husband had one, but I made him sell it before we moved to Germany, so I didn’t ever really claim ownership of it.) That means I’m not a Texan, right? RIGHT???