So last night we were out doing chores and then I got my mare out and was generally spoiling her (because she is THE most divine equine). As I was walking by the front of our tack shed, leading her, I heard my husband from behind the shed:
Hubby: Babe, can you help me real quick? Me: Sure, whatcha need? Hubby: I am having a little trouble with this electric wire (from the electric fence we keep the calves in-not like an ELECTRIC WIRE). Would you go into the shed, in the back corner where the electric box is, and pull that orange wire back inside a little way? Me: Sure.
So, I walked into the shed (unsuspecting lamb to the slaughter), and without question, I grabbed the orange wire...yelled (because as if you didn't see it coming from a mile away - I just got the crap shocked out of me), flailed my arm, scared the wad out of my horse and then heard hysterical laughter from the other side of the shed wall.
I was told that eclectic was the best word to describe myself. What does it say about me that I had to ask? Gah, that's way too much to ponder at the moment. The "sounds mundane but really isn't"- I'm a wife and a momma and I work all day at a job that I'm not completely convinced I understand but seem to be good at. I live smack in the middle of the good ole U.S and everything that goes with that. It's beautiful and charming and the people are friendly if not slightly backward thinking.
But in the words of the immortal Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about thay-ut." After all, if I put everything here, what's the point in the blog?