Mumbles … Wrangle(r)

coc: US Wrangler 13 MWZ cowboy cut straight jeans WRANGLER still ...

I give in!  I had a nice little flash fiction written and ready to post when I realized I just wrote about a tight pair of Wrangler jeans when the word was really wrangle.  I started another story about two people who didn’t get along… but had no idea where to take it from there.  I finally started a cowboy poem that died on the dusty ranch.  I am sitting here at 4 in the morning with nothing left.  Now I can tell you a wrangle is a fight or an action of herding cattle together.  Maybe I should write about how the towns need to wrangle up the offenders of social distancing and smack some sense into them before they spread it to everyone.  I have to go to the store tomorrow for some food and prescriptions… I hope there are no idiots out.  I think I still have some paper masks from when we tore out the lathe and plaster in the kitchen last summer… it would be better than nothing.  I don’t really know how they expect us to wear masks when there is not enough PPE for the doctors and nurses on the front lines.  If there aren’t any for them why would there be some for us?

My mind is just rambling now so, I should go and get some sleep.  For your patience with me and my babbling… here’s a song with the word in it that I was going to write for – wrangler.  Stay safe everyone!

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wrangle

 

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