Rough, Tough Cream-Puff

A few weeks ago when I was in Texas, my sister and I were walking down the hallway of the hospital where our Dad was receiving cancer treatments. As we looked down the corridor, we saw the silhouettes of two cowboys approaching us. Cowboys in full gear. Cowboy hats, boots, spurs, chaps...the whole enchilada. I assume they were there to visit children and cheer them up.

As they approached us, I looked one of the cowboys in the eye and couldn't resist the urge to say in a thick drawl, "This town ain't big enough for the both of us." He looked at the other cowboy and then back at me and said, "Well, aren't you just a rough, tough, cream-puff!"