Wrinkly Bits
A Blog by Gail Cushman, with an excerpt by Cowboy
Five golden rings! It’s about time! Well, that’s the best gift ever, regardless of whether it is in Germany, England, or Columbus, Montana. What girl can’t use a few more rings, especially golden ones, and by the time we finish this song, he will have given me about 40 more, enough for two on each finger and toe! But maybe, just maybe I should remind him that a little diamond attached to these treasures would make me even happier! Just sayin’.
Cowboy always has an excuse for not wearing our wedding ring. He says, “Gets stuck on stuff, like that time I was opening a fence from horseback and hung that dang ring up on the barbed wire wrapped around the fence post and old Slowpoke decided to wander off with one hand on the barbed wire gate and the other stuck to the post. Well, that was a hell of a wreck, never again!”
Cowboy added, “My grandpa lost his ring finger working on the railroad, swinging up onto the moving engine when his feet slipped from under him and his ring caught on the handle, drug him for a couple of miles, until the fireman (old days, the fireman shoveled the coal) noticed him yelling and got the engineer (that’s the guy running the train) to stop the train and then they decided to take a pocket knife and just cut off the finger.” So, Cowboy has a deep-seated fear of rings. Not for me, though, so I smiled and said, “Ok, I just picked out a beauty at the jewelry store in Billings and I will wear both rings.” Oh wait, I need two more to fit into the Fifth day of Christmas, Cowboy will never notice.
Tomorrow more birds, six to be exact, a gaggle.
Also, just to remind you, I have five books in my Maggie Monroe Series…The fourth one won an award (Murder in the Diocese), and hopefully the last will, too. All are available on my website in soft cover or on Amazon for the Kindle version.
