Country Bumpkins

It's been one busy week....at the hospital.
More to come...but I need to share about my weekend.

What are weekends for?
I love nothing more than heading to the city to see my girls.

So we scheduled supper.
Then the next morning, there she was again...
She wanted Breakfast....

"Can you reserve an extra room?"

And the rest of the day?

"How about shopping?"
Before I knew it...
it was supper again.

Shopping, hot tubs, appetizers,
cheese plates, baguettes, & friends.
You name it,
we did it.

Many of our conversations over the past days,
were spent talking about the good old country days.
I was quite pleased to see that these
young professional women were so eager to share
there country experiences and memories,
from Eagle Sham right down to Bustin Road.

We ended our meal saying to each other...
with a strong feeling of connectedness and understanding.

"We can do anything we like,
and get away with anything in the city,
because
'We... ARE...Country'

So as we headed back to the hotel,
I wanted to make sure that parking tickets
were issued to the correct vehicles...
So I jumped out of the vehicle,
to mark down her license plate number.

And to my dismay,
I looked down to find an empty plate.

"Where is your license plate?"

She looked at me,
with those cute brown eyes,
as she timidly pulled out her license from under her car seat.
She smiled...I smiled and took in the license plate,
to register her vehicle.

Remember?

"WE ARE COUNTRY."

I stood at the reception desk.
And when she asked for the license plate number,
I handed over the license plate...
and everyone smiled.

"You can take the girls out of the country,
but you can't take the country out of the girls."