I must admit, I often get jealous of pretty girls. I covet their knee-high boots, perfect hair and delicately painted nails. True, I have knee-high boots too, but their are either mud boots or my good 'ol boots that I work cattle in.... and happened to wear when we married.
But I digress. Because I get jealous of pretty girls I decided that I should start painting my nails too. Sure, I look a bit odd when lugging feed buckets across the yard to feed calves, I look a bit out of place when loading pipe onto a pickup bed to go build fence. Nothing compares to this afternoon.
I was seated at the rear of a cow laying in a pasture in the middle of nowhere. I had previously been elbow deep trying to fish out two legs... preferably two front ones. I found the necessary parts and exited her hindquarters. At that moment I realized that I looked absolutely ridiculous with my once-perfect manicure and covered with afterbirth.
I think I'm cured of wanting to be a pretty girl for the foreseeable future.
You know, reading this post made me think of a comment that Teresa once made. She said those Poovey girls sure put their hands in some "interesting" places. Cracked me up.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. My nailpolish is currently chipped to hell and I think "why do I try?". Then I go through phases where I'm GOING to paint them all of the time. Then I give up after a month or so, and cut the nails off and let the polish chip until it's gone. My boots too are completely covered in mud most of the time. I look around now and again and think "wait, how did I get here? Where am I?". I love it.
ReplyDeleteAll class. All the time.