Cowboy, Take Me Away...

Last night, I  had the strangest/best dream I have had in a long time.
Apparently, speaking someone's name several days before floats them to the front of your subconscious. Also, it would appear that I have spent a little too much time on this website. But really? What does it matter when in your dream there are three wonderful cowboys, one that wants to 'court' you, a leap from danger into a huge pile of straw and the words "sweetheart" and "darlin" in abundance? Bliss, I tell you, bliss.
So I have to wonder, both to myself and aloud, whatever happened to the first cowboy I knew? His name was Isaac and he lived and worked on a cattle farm. He was really a sweet guy - from what I remember - and one of those boys that doesn't mind taking care of and looking out for his girl.
Cowboy, take me away....

Elsie P

PS - Believe it or not, I always thought that my move out West would net me one of two things...a true Western Cowboy or a high paid Oil Tycoon. It's true, I figured I'd end up with one of the two by now. We all know that that didn't happen...