10 Reasons I Know I’ll Never be a Cowboy
Last night I attended my first rodeo with Emily and the kids. It was quite the experience, and, honestly, I couldn’t think of a better way to wrap up the Dallas leg of our family trip.
I must say, though, that I did confirm that I’m not cut out to be a cowboy. In fact, here are…
10 Reasons I Know I’ll Never be a Cowboy
- They don’t sell Wranglers at the Buckle.
- I’m guessing most Cowboys don’t wear flip flops.
- The hats mess up my hair.
- I’d rather eat beef than wrestle it.
- My Audi couldn’t pull a horse trailer.
- The rodeo clowns scare me.
- Emily won’t let me own a dog much less a horse.
- They don’t make saddle bags for Macbooks.
- I don’t chew (and neither does my wife).
- If it’s country, it’s not music.
With that, we’re heading north for two more stops on the Killing Cockroaches Summer Tour with stops in St. Louis on Monday and Chicago on Wednesday. Our goal is to get to the arch in St. Louis in time for the fireworks tonight. The race is on!




















I with you brotha!Especially #10.
Don’t worry too much about #3, you won’t have enough hair to worry about before long. I say this from experience.
I happen to know that cowboys actually do wear flip flops, just not around horses and bulls. I live in Texas. I know cowboys. But I’m with you on the rodeo clowns. Any clowns. Freaky.
If cowboys don’t wear flip flops, I know I’ll never get to be a cowboy… Well, there goes my dream. Maybe I’ll become a farmer.
LOL. Funny! Very good.