The Times - Serving Waitsburg, Dayton and the Touchet Valley

I woke up at 6:30 last Saturday morning. My toes hurt, which may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that I had crammed them into my mother's cowboy boots and danced until nine-thirty the previous night.

I yanked myself out of bed and threw on a pair of black jeans with silver embroidery, as well as a black camisole. I ate breakfast and put on excessive quantities of Mary Kay makeup, as my mother curled my hair into ringlets tight enough to pass for strawberry-blond automotive springs.

Then I put on the rest of my outfit - a sheer pink shirt (hence the presence of the camisole)...