Summer arrived here for a minute or two this weekend.
And when summer arrives, I can’t be trusted.
I drink more alcohol because it tastes better on the deck.
I eat grilled brats for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I blow off chores and work to get on the back of a horse.
And, I, uh, well…
I do shit like this…
Because I lose my mind out here when the weather thaws the ground. There are so many fun things to do and not enough time to do them, so I tool around the place looking for projects that inevitably turn into predicaments…
predicaments like these…(Cue Prince Charming…)
No worries though. Despite my idea that I should drive, followed by my insistence that I was trying to avoid the mud, and the thought that maybe, after a few minutes of rocking back and forth and flinging mud into the atmosphere, my mouth, face, hair and everything in between, we should, you know, go get the pickup and a rope, Husband and I saved the machine from its muddy, messy grave…by man power (and woman thumb on the throttle) alone.
Here’s hoping that you had a similarly successful, summery weekend of your own.
Coming Home: Muddy March a sign of bright days ahead
by Jessie Veeder
I keep wondering if any boots got lost in that mud.
Oh, there were some close calls…and some cussing because my mucks are basically worthless because, well, they both have holes…
Sounds a lot like me…I’m pretty sure I can’t be trusted with summer either.
I totally get where you are coming from! ❀❀❀
Haha seriously, my house is a pigsty in summer. Why be inside cleaning when I could be outside in the sun? =)
Looks like fun! Nothin’ like a good ride on a horse and getting stuck in a little mud later!