Cowboy in Crisis

Well he's been threatening...and now he's gone and done it. D.J. decided it would be a good idea to go off and get himself a new car. But not just any car will do for our dear brother. No, he had to run off and buy a new Corvette. Oh dear Lord.....I mean, where the heck is he going to put his saddle. Not to mention the fact that I've never seen a two-horse trailer being pulled by a sports car. And...and...AND...It's a Chevy. (enter the sound of me spitting on the ground)

He drove up to Oklahoma to purchase this new, fiery beast...(enter the sound of tires screeching as I slam on the brakes)....OKLAHOMA! That in and of itself is bad news. He then had the audacity to stay up there a couple of days to visit!!! And he probably drank some of the water, too. I think he's losing his mind. Sorry Oklahoma. No offense. You're just not Texas.

He sent me a text message telling me that he was crossing the Red River back into the great Lone Star State. I told him to pull over and kiss the pure Texas ground, and repent of his wayward actions. He did so....

I want to ask all of you dear friends, to look closely at the above picture, and to join me in praying for Brother D.J., and for his decision...to...wear jean shorts!