i know what you are....

I love October through December in Vegas, for several reasons. But one of the main ones is that I get to wear my cowgirl hat, belt buckle, and cowgirl boots. My only claim to real cowgirl-ness is that I love country music and country-western dancing. But this year, I think my ranking went up a little! I was at the Pahrump, Nevada Fall Festival and the following happened:

I was walking along the fair deciding on which fair food I was going to indulge in that night. I wasn't looking down, so I almost tripped over this little 4 year old girl, stopped dead in a slew of hungry fair-go-ers, with her mouth dropped as far open as possible starring at me. Then she says,



"I know what you are!" and before I could even answer she says, "You are a REAL cowgirl!!"

I couldn't bear tell her the truth. So I just blushed and smiled and in my best southern accent said, "Yes, yes I am..."

I've never wanted to be a Disneyland Princess so bad in my whole life!!!