Lets Ride!

As you all know, the big wedding was last weekend. All of the cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, family dogs, and even a cockatoo were in town to celebrate this wonderful occasion. Pictured above are some of the cousins getting ready to take over the countryside. They look "Ready" wouldn't you say?

This is completely off topic, but I feel as though I need to share my experience with you, about my morning so far. This is a true story, not one of my exaggerations that I normally chat about. Everything I am about to say is traumatically real.

Last night a gloomy storm rolled through the countryside, thus knocking our electricity out. Hence, shutting my alarm clock off. HH and I woke up at approximately 2:00 in the morning and realized this. So instead of resetting the alarm clock (like I should have done, but it was so early in the A.M. I was not functioning properly), we decided to set his cell phone alarm, HH needed to be awake by 5:00 and I was planning on 5:30ish. Well lets just say it wasn't until 6:00 that we both stumbled out of bed. I awoke frantically, realizing that it takes me precisely 1.5 hours to prepare in the morning, this includes: laundry, dishes, vitamin intake, breakfast, war paint, wardrobe, the list could go on. Being aware of my distraught state, HH asked if I needed anything. "Yes, breakfast please" (such a wonderful man!), at this point I was probably on my 17th outfit that of coarse was not looking as spectacular as I wanted. But I eventually decided upon a charming little ensemble with a stunning pair of stiletto heals (I am short 5'4, so I must always wear heals to elongate the body), and a radiant white rain coat since it was still slightly sprinkling outside. I was now excited and ready for my day to start, I even left on time (thanks to HH cooking breakfast). I was heading out the door, with my packed breakfast and lunch, cell phone, magazines, camera, and water. Now here is the "kicker", each morning I have to literally go through an obstacle coarse in order to get to my truck successfully. I have a 6 foot long, sloping plank that I must cross, that is surrounded by mud on both sides (we are in the process of putting in a porch), and when you are attempting this with heals on and the board is wet. Well, you can see were I am going with this. I believe I made it approximately 3 steps when I felt my heal give way, so I did what any farmers wife would do, threw everything in the air and tried to tuck and roll the best I could. I was a drowned, muddy mess and was not a happy camper. Until I seen HH at the doorway. All we could do was laugh.

Always trying to see the humor in every situation,
Farming Fabulously

If HH is reading this, I would like to put in a formal request for at least two sloping boards that lead into the garage. I believe my chances of collapsing into the mud would dwindle substantially.