The Posse has a new rider!
My best friend Starr Ann and I are real proud to welcome Heather, from The Wishful Writer, to our little band of women who are hot on the trail. Heather's hot, and she's definitely on the trail of something. The woman is hilarious and a fine writer.
She tackles big issues and small over there at The Wishful Writer. Today's post concerns paternal flatulence. We'll leave it to you to decide whether that qualifies as a big or a small issue. Anyway, after you check out her blog, saddle back up and ride for all you're worth over to Bloginterviewer to vote on our brand new Posse Girl. Let's vote for her every day, so the straight people don't win again. Heh. Too bad Heather missed yesterday's festivities! We had a blast, and are all a bit low-key today after all the ropin' and ridin' yesterday. One of us, though, had the strength to actually write a poem about the big chase. Sandwriter has graced Happy Hands Ranch with a poem to help us remember what a rowdy time we had.
the posse all were gathered
once more to play the game
one team to run and one to chase
our margo did proclaim
no quarter asked, no quarter given
the way we always play
a cowgirl loves to ride and win
yihaaa! i've said my say...
-Sandwriter, November 2007
