West Texas Mama

                I am sure there are many reasons God made wives.   There are many reasons we promise to love our husbands “for better or for worse”.   When faced with the prospect of a visit to the doctor for the husband, many of those reasons become crystal clear.                 El Hubbo has been hurting for a year now.   This is nothing to laugh about, and it does pain me to watch him limp around stock shows and hear him moan and rub his hip at night.   Of his own will, he went to his general practioner, who sent him to an osteoarthritis doctor, who diagnosed him with arthritis in his hip and gave him lots of lovely medications.                   But, as luck would have it, the medications do not work.   The pain pills, which would cause me to act like a three-day drunk, barely even phase him.   He seeks relief from a chiropractor and a medical massage therapist.   Each offered slight, brief relief, but nothing “fixes” the problem.                 My big, beautiful, loving husband h

     Generally, I am a borderline miser.  I work hard for my money and the thought of wasting it or giving it away is anathema to me.  El Hubbo, on the other hand, is the exact opposite.  This is one of the many ways in which we bring balance to each other's lives.  There are exceptions and last night was one of them.     El Hubbo has never met a gun raffle he didn't believe he could win.  There was going to be a big one in Plainview in support of the Plainview FFA.  He called me and said he'd take me to dinner, and oh, by the way, they were "giving away guns".  Having grown up in a household that practically flew the NRA flag from the rooftop, I knew that no one "gave away guns".  If you give them substantial dollars, they will TRADE you a gun.      I knew where this was headed, so I immediately responded that if we went it did not count as our anniversary dinner, since our anniversary was two days later.  He mumbled something about my narrowmindednes