Someone should check the temperature in hell, because I do believe it has frozen over...

After growing up in Texas, moving to Oklahoma, and being constantly surrounded by miles and miles of farmland or thousands and thousands of cowboys, I tried on my first pair of boots and Wranglers. Don't be mistaken: it wasn't exactly my idea. In fact, as I type, I'm a little bit pouty thinking of wearing jeans, and black ones at that, that go over my belly button and footwear that doesn't lace up or have a pretty little heel. Don't get me wrong, I don't think this is bad for other people...it's just not my cup of tea. So, I will swallow my pride, pull on my annoyingly high-zippered jeans, slip on my boots, and know that if need be, I'll be able to kick a sex-offender in the shins if he feels the need to get fresh in the P. County Sheriff's Office.