It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.

[rubykatewriting]

Today is Go Texan Day, the official kickoff of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, or as I like to call it, "Wear random shit that is vaguely western-looking that you wouldn't dare to wear on any other day of the year." I mean, SERIOUSLY. It makes my inner-fashionista do that uppity-sniff/look-down-the-nose thing, but what she really wants to do is curl up in the corner and eat her own hair while rocking back and forth.

And why did I know - did I just know to my very bones - that the story making the rounds about the horse-as-tip was straight out of Texas? Extra bonus that it happened just across town in Sugarland. Yet we're surprised people outside of Texas ask us in all seriousness if we ride our horses to school (true story).

Oh, Texas, never change.

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[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes* DUDE. If my poppies heard that, well let's just say he had a temper and he could use it. (He was born and raised in Tennessee.) Of course, we can just rub it in their faces that we get a whole day off to go to a giant fair every year (ours is in Dallas with big ol' Tex).