Back when we worked at the funeral home, Keith and I discovered the Poor Man’s Mocha.
Born from a 15 hour day, no real food, unlimited access to coffee and the ability to raid the For The Families hot cocoa stash, we cooked up a concoction that barely resembled sustenance.
Keith and I had the afternoon together and we decided to go “rodeo shopping” for the upcoming rodeo. “Rodeo shopping” involves checking out western wear stores for shirts, boots that we won’t buy, hats and belt buckles.
…How many more times do you think I can fit the word “rodeo” into this post?