Saturday, May 29, 2010

Cowboy Coffee

The cowboy ambled into my kitchen with his cowgirl sidekick (you know, the one with her cowboy boots on the wrong feet). They checked on their horse that was hitched to the kitchen table. Then they hopped onto a bar stool and spoke politely, in manish, cowboy voices.

"Excuse me Ma'am"

"Yes, sir?" I replied.

"Might we have some coffee?"

"No problem."

Their conversation continued....something about bucking broncos. I grabbed a couple of mugs and began to fill them.

The manly cowboy, clear leader of the gang, spoke up: "Make that a latte."

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