Yes, I’ve the good fortune to be married to one and have several more kin on his side of the family.
Yesterday my m-i-l called wanting to collect on her pear tree we gave her for Mother’s Day. She never got the gift certificate and they’ve pear trees ready. I went through my bank records back to last year’s Mother’s Day. Nothing. They went through theirs. Nothing.
Until they found her name and my husband’s credit card number. It’s an old one because a waiter stole his number and tried to charge thousands of dollars on it. Luckily the bank’s fraud section was on it and cancelled it immediately and gave him a temporary one within hours.
This Texas Gent declined to take payment until M picks up her tree. I gave him a new card number and upped it to two pear trees but he’s going to try to sell her on one Asian Pear and that’s OK with us. He, Sir Steve, is setting aside the best pear trees for the Lady of the Day. All is set and paid for and there’s nothing like living in the country! Or at least staying there from time to time. Everyone waves on the road when I’m out walking the dog. What’s not to love about that?
Trust is a dwindling resource between crime, 9/11, TSA and of course NSA. A couple of years ago a guy from my home town sent my husband some woodworking equipment. No money. Just pay if you want it and otherwise send it back. It turns out we worked at the same place one summer and never met. Trust and Texas Gents. Words of the day.
Now where can I have a great boy’s cowboy boot handmade for me? No, I’m not talking about me and shoes. ‘Nuff said that Mom told me my sister should get two pair for school and I should wear the boxes.
Cheers and here’s to the great ladies of TX as well! Yes, I know many more of them than gents. We cook and clean and chat while the guys nap and watch The Game (Thanksgiving, Aggies vs. UT, we’re Aggies). Dee
Cooking with Dee 