The things the little turds say...

In order for me to get anywhere, I have to drive from my little town through 15 miles of Indian reservation land to get to "town". It's not so bad because it's pretty, and occasionally you see some of the wild horses in the desert. So last week I'm driving along with the kids on the way to the gym, and we see a couple of horses. This got them talking back and forth until Sydney mused aloud to Melanie, "How long was it that Cowboys and Indians were catching the horses and cows?" So says Melanie..."Probably like way back in the eighties or something!" Wow. That dates me just a bit! I used to ask my dad what life had been like for him in the middle ages and stuff like that just to poke at him, but Mel was so dang serious! AAAH! Next thing you know I'll look like this chick!