I have 20 minutes of free internet access at the Montana Coffee Traders to say:
1. Hi!
2. Montana is awesome. I haven’t met any Fabio-esque cowboys with anguished hearts covered by mountains of mantitty, but I have hiked up a mountain with Freebird & Hubby so that has to count.
3. Vacation reading time < playtime with 7 month-old.
See you in a few days when I’m back on my own connection.
I can’t tell you how many fantasies I have about running off to Montana and making it with some cowboy. Rrreeeow!
Awesome. Montana actually borders on part of my province.
The other *side* of the province, but still.
Have fun!
Woohoo! Say hi to the mooses for me, if you see any. And big fat razberries on the belly for the ‘Bird.
But have you met any Fabio-esque cowboys who have vowed to Never Love Again because his first wife was a traitorous whore who was having an affair with the evvviiiilll rancher who borders his land. The same evvviiiillll rancher who is plotting to drive the hero off his struggling family ranch so he can have the babbling stream that runs through the hero’s property all to himself?
I think it’s time for Wendy to detox from western romances….
How on earth did you find net access in Montana?!?!
(Seriously. The only net access I could track down any time I’ve ever been was at a family friend’s house.)