My littlest Cowboy, Slim, is an enthusiastic gardener.  He loves his plot of straight-neck squash.

Today he found a bee down in one of his squash flowers, doin’ the job God gave him to do for our squash plants.

This cracks me up, see the green air-soft BB?

I just think it’s really cool that he cares so much about the squash.  He’s always over there checking things out.

On a very different note, my hubs is coming up on a governmentally important birthday and is getting mail about medicare supplements EVERY DAY!  I had no idea there were so many businesses out there that sell that kind of insurance.  I should have started saving all that junk mail from the beginning.  I could have opened my own piñata factory. (get it? all that paper?)  Anyroad, he got one today that was note worthy.  What you need to know about my hubs is that he is the most fit person I know in the over 35 age category.  Only he’s turning 65.  Really, very fit.  He works in a warehouse and is on his feet 40 hours every week, plus a little overtime every week.  Plus all the after work errands (and putting up with me has to be fairly stressfull.)  So, Tex and I had a big laugh when this came in the mail today.

Hubs is about the last person who needs one of those!  

On the other hand, I may need one soon if Richard Simmons doesn’t lighten up!  I keep thinkin’ it’s getting a little better while I’m doin’ it, then afterwards I wanna lay down and die, but I’m just too stubborn!