Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I Wanna be a Cowgirl
Karen says I'm all set for Las Vegas with these boots. The only thing I love more than how much I paid for them, just over twenty bucks, is their name. Ingeborgh. My theory is that there are people who are pumped full of really great recreational drugs, generally unavailable to regular folks like you and me, and locked in tiny rooms who come up with names for shoe and boot styles. Either that or the names are randomly generated by a computer. All I know is, I need to write something, anything, with the title, Ingeborgh Goes to Vegas. Perhaps the next not-so-great yet best-selling mildly trashy novel. The perfect light summer read at the beach or poolside. Or Las Vegas. For the best deal, make those reservations now.