And summertime means rodeo time around Montana. Every weekend there seems to be a rodeo within driving distance. So, Paul and I went to two this summer. We had a blast. I felt very Montanan sitting at the rodeo, cheering along as someone rode a bull or bucking bronco. Now, all I need to do is buy a cowboy hat and a set of boots and I'll fit right it.
Love and Happiness,
Bethany
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