So, your daddy and I are tossing around the very distant idea of finding a house a little closer to our friends in San Antonio. Mommy spends an hour every day getting to work and another hour getting home. Traffic stinks. But we know that the housing market has pretty much come to a screeching halt, and we have no idea who would want to buy our house since it has so much space and a barn. We figure we will make a few more upgrades (and probably have to paint over my funky orange kitchen) and pray for a buyer sometime in the next year or so.
Fortunately, we know a few areas of town that would be great to move to, and we think we can afford a respectable house without going overboard. But it is still a very distant thing. Just tossing it out there!
But this morning, I was reminded of the quirks of small town life out where we are. I have about a five mile drive to get to the main highway that runs all the way through San Antonio to my office, and this morning, traffic was all slow as it passed around two police cars with their lights flashing. They were parked on the shoulder right across the street from a taco stand.
My first thought was, "These cops better not be slowing up traffic because they ran in to get some breakfast!" Then as I got closer, I could see that the cars were blocking a giant BULL that someone had hit as it apparently tried to cross the road. Only out in the country.
Best excuse to be late to work EVER. Your daddy said he couldn't believe I want to move closer to town and miss out on crazy things like that.
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