Let's hope not. But everyone knows I'm a clutz. The husband doesn't call me Grace for nothin'. Adding a horse, rope, wild donkeys and calves to the equation doesn't bode very well for this oh-so coordinated lady. You know when the husband participated in his first ranch rodeo in March, he fell on his face running in the arena. I laughed and laughed. Now I'm thinkin' it's gonna bite me in the butt. What goes around comes around. Why can't it just go. I'm good with that.
Well, if all my limbs are intact, I will update the blog late Saturday night or Sunday. I know you can hardly wait for pictures. I'll try not to make you wait too long. Wish me luck!