All Dressed Up...
and no where to go.
Why am I still here? Why am I not out on the dirt roads?
Y'all will have to direct that question to JAC. Here I am... cocked, locked, and ready to rock. And where.... is JAC?
He's at home. Romancing his split-tail. The boy has put our whole trip on hold... so he can make sure his wife's undivided attention quota has been properly met.
He even asked me to run and get him a set of goggles.
Its like he's 16 or somethin'.
I am depressed.