I was at work tonight and after I got done repairing my light bar (sorry no pics, but a light bar vs. pheasant at 80 mph does have some beautiful carnage), I was chatting with a couple of the detention officers. One of them is married to one of my fellow deputies. Now she is pretty much straight up cowgirl, complete with can of Cope. Her husband is straight up cowboy. Talks like one, walks like one, acts like one and has the resume to back it up. Their two kids are in the middle of the doing the junior rodeo circuit around the area. Anyway, she tells us about a phone call to her husband tonight. The boys (her son and I guess a friend) were supposed to take a shower today. I guess they bypassed that little issue last night after they got home from the rodeo and were forced to sleep on the floor. So she calls home tonight to make sure the boys have cleaned up and the coversation went something like this: HER: "Have the boys taken their shower yet?" HIM: "They're in the horse tank right now taking a bath." HER: "((*#$&*^^*^#$^&*^%^*^*$" HIM: "That counts as a shower doesn't it?"