I was inside The Cabin when they arrived. In fact, I was in the bathroom, down the hall, cleaning the toilet, when Tony comes inside and says, "Nance, where are you?"
"In the bathroom. Cleaning the toilet," I half-hollered. "Why?"
"Two very nice women, from Germany, are here and they specifically came out so they could meet you and see the rescue ranch. And they want to get their pictures taken with you. You'll like them."
"Great, I'll be right there."
"Y'all, come on inside," Tony said, as I flushed the toilet and Little Debbie and Big Al(ice) barked non-stop. "Nancy wants to meet y'all, too." Then I walked into the big room, which was a little bit messy, because I had not yet put away my art supplies, that I normally store in my office.
I had not put my art supplies up, because last night, after I got tired of working on "Little Debbie Dancing In The Dirt With Friends" my multi-media, work-in-progress, of her wearing a cowgirl shirt, a pink bandanna, a Poodle skirt and pink boots, that look like my boots. I had taken the time to neatly stack all of my paints, brushes, colored pencils, etc., on the cedar bench, that Tony made for me, over nineteen years ago. When we were still living-in-sin, in Utopia, because I was planning to work on it some more today. But that didn't happen today.
And the reason that I am working on this Little Debbie artwork project is because she is fixing' to have her own Blog. But I will tell you more about that later.