Ain't nobody got but one baby sister.
They is one to a customer, singular, unique, and mostly just special.
When you are a yonker and they are...well a baby sister...ya pick on them, aggravate, or just ignore like they was a "bother".
When ya spend the years finding they are among your bestest friends, a joy to be with, and the nearest thing to an angel on earth imaginable.........well, then maybe the "ignore" part becomes a bit embarassing....so ya just spend the rest of your life making up for it?
The ranch hand's baby sister is a PEACH.....sweet, loving, beautiful, and just near bout sumpthin as special as ever was!!!!!!!!!
That gal had a B-day this week and she was ?? years young (how did that happen given my youthful existence????)
Just know, little one, that you are valued more than you can ever know by one old fat man who you call "big brother".
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
Tin Star Ranch Hand
The Ole Fat Boy
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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