Singin' the Cowgirl Blues

My sister is a real cowgirl. She has boots and wranglers and a cowboy (er, cowgirl) hat. She also has spurs and a horse.

I remember when she was still going through school, in the animal-science program at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. One day I got an e-mail from her that said, "I castrated a pig today." Whoa. Now how many people do YOU know who can say that?

So she's a cowgirl for sure, but right now she is a salesperson. She does a good job, as far as I can tell. Better than I would do, anyway. I mean, she actually sells stuff, whereas I couldn't sell a steak to a starving man. I'd feel bad that he was starving and would probably give it to him for free. Giving things away is not salespersonly behavior.

But the point of all this is that my sister has a blog now. Check it out cowgirltunes. I like the part about the adhesive caulk. Don't ask me, just read it, ok? Tell her the frogg sent ya.