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Back At The Ranch

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Back At The Ranch

Whilst Miss Lee was riding her steer across Texas, the Duke and I were holding down the fort back at the ranch.  Someone has to keep an eye on J.R.  It seems this week there was a rumor he wanted to drill for oil at 6AM on a Saturday morning.  This is a pretty unheard of time of day for drilling of any kind for the Duke and me.  In our relationship, mornings have just been about getting up and getting by until the caffeine kicks in and we can operate as human beings.  But for some reason, this week the sun rose, my eyes popped open and lo and behold the urge to drill washed over me.  J.R has a lot to answer for.

If there is one thing I have learned from the Ewings, it is that it requires the right conditions to find the oil – one must be sensitive to the land you are working with and examine the terrain very carefully. It is suggested one does a little shallow drilling first to ensure the conditions are ripe for a deep drill.  It seems the Duke’s terrain responded well to the gentle prodding and examination at such an early hour.  Confidence grew that perhaps we could strike oil after all.

Next step was  to check the seismic reactions of the Duke’s terrain.  Yes, the land was vibrating.  It was time to set up his rig and drill the hole.

In a flash, the rig was ready.  The equipment rotated and the drill pipe went to work.  That was pretty seamless.  This oil business is a breeze.   Drilling happens in stages, 1) You drill, 2) You cement the casing – ensuring the hole doesn’t collapse in on itself (that would really not do) and 3) You drill again.   Simple, right?  Reaching the final depths, an explosion occurs to allow the oil to flow.  Yes, the Duke’s reaction made it clear that the oil was indeed flowing.  We removed the rig and were both delighted with the morning’s work. It was less Cowgirl, more Oil Baroness but it was definitely Texan.  The Ewings would be proud. Apparently there is enough oil in Duke’s terrain to keep us in business for the next 73 years.  That means we would still be drilling when I am 110 years old – the mind boggles.

 

 

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