Draw, Podnah!

My best friend Starr Ann and I were checking out this cool artist's blog over the weekend, when Starr Ann got that one look on her face. The one that says, 'We need to get more Posse.' Right away, I had to agree.

So far, The Posse doesn't have a visual artist.

Now, Starr Ann thinks she's artistic, and I have to admit that when she's motivated she really can create quite an effect. But have you ever heard of the book titled Drawing On The Right Side Of The Brain? Well, Starr Ann's version would be something like Drawing On The Filthy Side Of The Brain. I already wrote about this in detail not long ago, when I did the Blue Tea Meme. Bottom line, I don't really count Starr Ann as being all that artistic.

As for me, I do real good with coloring books, but even there I need the kind with nice thick lines.

Anyway, starting today, a true artist is riding with The Posse! Frannie, from Creatively Flowing, and her beautiful mare Wildwind have agreed to be part of Happy Hands Ranch.

Starr Ann and I are extra excited about this, because Frannie's saddling up just in time for The Posse's big trip today. We're heading out for Lane's Basic Training graduation ceremony. Should be innerestin.

Cowgirl Up, Frannie. Welcome!

Shitake! It's a Shebang!

Holy Mother of God! (Well, we were raised Catholic, remember)

Starr Ann is cooking. Let me compose myself and begin at the beginning. Deep breath.

Okay, so Starr Ann has decided that tonight, Lane and Amanda's final night with us before leaving tomorrow for Basic Training, we will have a big going away bash. Starr Ann, my best friend Starr Ann, actually went to the grocery on her own and is now in the kitchen preparing a meal by herself. Jodie and I begged her to at least consult with Lori, who is a gourmet cook for Goddess sake, but no. Starr Ann says this meal will be her sendoff gift to Amanda and Lane.

It's just like Starr Ann to come up with this at the last minute. Anyway, she's put me in charge of a million things. I'm supposed to be getting the word out, so anybody in The Posse who sees this, know you're hereby invited to the party, okay? I've sent word over to Riding Cowgirls Ranch, so Lori should be here. And Jodie, of course, knows. We have no idea how to reach Cap'n Dyke, but according to her blog, she's iced in or something. I'm hoping that's a teeny tiny Piratical Untruth though, and have some small reason to believe it might be. Sandwriter, Joyce, Mimi, FRoG, Hill, Becky, and Heather! Ya'll get yer selves over here. And, Sandwriter, bring your pen and paper, okay? We have to see these girls off in style.

Jodie rode over to the saloon to fetch Lou Lou and the ladies.

I'm also in charge of keeping the party a secret from Lane and Amanda. Heh. No problem there. They're making the most of their last day to share a private bedroom.

Starr Ann said I didn't have to do any decorating, other than getting something really snazzy for Bates to wear. I saw a muscle shirt at the feedstore last week with "Stop Watching Me Poop" on it. If they have his size, that's what he'll be wearing. Lane's gonna love it.

Dang! All of a sudden, a delectable aroma, something quite unlike anything I've ever smelled, is pouring in here from the kitchen. What if it turns out Starr Ann can cook?

Anyway, that's all for today, because like I said, Starr Ann has a million things for me to do.