John Summit at Moody tonight and I'm down to two outfits and zero patience for deciding. This one's currently winning — should I even bother with the other one?
John Summit at Moody tonight and I'm down to two outfits and zero patience for deciding. This one's currently winning — should I even bother with the other one?
Auditorium Shores turns into wine country this weekend, so tonight is a very serious practice pour at the ranch. This sweater keeps losing arguments with my shoulder — come taste-test with me?
Couldn't sleep so I'm doing one last lap through the barn before bed. The flannel's doing its usual terrible job — tell me to go inside or stay out here with you.
Festival's down to its last days and I'm running on iced coffee and matinees. This dress is doing more work than I am — tell me I'll make it to the evening screening.
Two days of paint, petals and candle smoke finally washed off and the mirror's still fogged. Come keep me company while I talk myself into bed?
Built a little altar at the ranch and I'm up alone lighting candles for the people I miss. Marigolds everywhere, quiet as anything. Sit with me a while?
Half the catrina's done and the other eye is losing the fight. Judge my face paint before I head to Waterloo — be honest.
Halloween day is finally here and the candy bowl's already out on the porch steps before the fog's even burned off. First trick-or-treater gets the good stuff — you'd better be one of them.
Hotel mirror in Austin, costume still on the hanger and boots already on. Tonight on Sixth Street is going to get completely out of hand — tell me what you'd have me leave off.
Haunted Shores at Lake Travis tonight and the truck's already half-loaded. Bikini's going in first, the rest can fight for space — you get the seat next to me?