Those who have read many of my posts are well aware that my trophy bride, Miss Sugar, has a very soft heart, much softer than mine. She is a good influence on me and often makes me behave better than I otherwise would.
So today we were driving home, where I intended to watch the Broncos’ game against the Raiders, scheduled to commence at 2:00 p. m. Mountain Time, and it was 1:55 p.m., but I knew we could make it if we stayed the course. We did not stay the course.
Instead, I spent some time in my church clothes wrestling a goat in distress. Why would I do that? The answer is simple. Miss Sugar has a soft heart.
A few minutes before I was in the goat pen of a stranger, my trophy wife and I were driving past a ranch about five miles from our place. These…
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