Somethin' bout a Truuuuuuckkk

If I hear these words one more time!  Danny has been singing them to me for 2 weeks straight now!  I swear this song made him think he had to buy a truck.  This week he bought a beast for his Pressure Washing business and it is huge.  Huge and Ugly.  I swear Danny just bought it so he could blast Kip Moore's, "Somethin' Bout a Truck" song.  Every year around Birthday Month (May) my husband begins to think he is a real cowboy.  He starts wearing his cowboy hat or boots randomly to work or the grocery store.  He blasts country.  He talks like a hick.  He wants to watch Lonesome Dove (It's a 7 hour long western movie!) You know... stuff that cowboys do. This usually lasts until the last week of June when he tries to milk a wild cow and realizes maybe he isn't a real cowboy.  I swear the Rodeo feeds the flames, and then thank heavens puts them out.  At least until next May.  

Well this is Danny's beaut.  (I can't believe it's not a picture of me)

Ricker keeps saying how heavy duty it is.  I know it's at least heavy.

Millie has become quite the parrot and will not stop singing, "Somethin' bout a truuuuuck, in a farrrmerrrs feild!"  She even adds in the country twang and it is hilariously cute.   Roxanne takes pride in Millie's usual choice of song, "Strawberry Fields Forever" by the Beatles. She has been livid ever since we showed this song to Millie.  Is Millie really a country girl at heart?  Uh oh Rox... your worst nightmare.

Pearl was unsure about the truuuuckk at first...

But she came around:)

Anyways back to the Beast.  It may be hideous and get roughly 5 miles to the gallon, but I think it may have some definite fun potential.  It seats 6 comfortably, but you could probably squeeze a baker's dozen into the cab.  And we thought our 6 seater car was a BOAT.  Our entire car could probably fit in the cab. This truck is spacious! 

 How is it that ALL old trucks smell the same?  They have been owned by different smelling people in different places but I swear they ALL smell the same.  Rome and I decided it's a mixture of dirt and swass.  When I got in this truck for the first time I couldn't help but remember our giant white truck we had as a family growing up so graciously named, "White T." (Short for White Trash)

Ricker is on a roll lately and named the beast. This truck has been named, Palomino Thunder.  If you don't know what a Palomino is, it's a big tan horse.  We might have to talk to Rocky's mural guy.

Hopefully we can find something like these that Palamino Thunder can wear proudly.

I already love this truck because every time Danny sits in the driver seat he is beaming.  I haven't seen him this happy since Pearl was born.  

And I have to admit, I'm a huge fan of the bench seat.

   This is Kip Moore's, "Somethin' bout a Truck."  If you haven't heard it yet then you haven't been around the Elder or Smart home lately.  Last night Danny rolls over and says, "Somethin' bout a truuuckk."  

P.S.  In case you were wondering, Iris Fest is in full swing.  If anyone wants a start or a vase full of flowers let me know!

P.P.S.  Pearl is still cute as ever and getting huge.  Love her!