Get home from school/work and husband offers to buy me dinner.
Dinner is at a mom-and-pop Mexican restaurant in Cleburne. The salsa’s chunky. The prices are reasonable. I’m hungry. The food’s yummy and the tea is sweet.
On our way home, we stop for diesel and Kevin sees a roping buddy. After 30 minutes of roping talk, they decide to go watch tonight’s jackpot competition at a local roping arena.
So is my life as a roper’s wife.