Check this out!
My lovely wife was worried that I’d get cold in Wyoming this fall and gave me buffalo jammies for Father’s Day! Woop-woop! Sadly, I will be staying 25 miles from the nearest civilization… If you can call a single pump gas station ‘civilization’…. Which means, I probably won’t be able to wear them into Walmart with all the other people who don’t care about how they look. (Darn-it-all!)
But this is now my morning attire.
Boots. Check. Hat. Check. Buffalo Jammies. DOUBLE CHECK!
Just kidding.
This pic is 98% staged for the sole purpose of bragging about what an awesome gift my wife gave me.
But…
Do you think anybody wants a round house kick to the face while I’m wearing these bad boys? Forget about it!
Gunpowder and Ink! 