…it’s a Sunday morning, and you’re pushing the time-space continuum to move from barn chores to shower to vehicle to get to church on time…
…and two Belgian draft horses go trotting past your living room window.
“Ummm… WE’RE NOT GOING TO CHURCH!” is what you yell as you rush to find appropriate footwear.
I’m sure my husband and I made a humorous sight as we came down the snowy driveway: me, with my clunky barn boots laced over top of black maternity dress pants, my freshly-showered hair slowly freezing into chunks of hairsicle, and my husband, still in his gym shorts, having pulled on his nearest footwear – tennis shoes.
Yeah, life is always interesting.
(But at least we don’t clean snow off our roof by hoisting a snowblower up there. Just sayin’. I think that would cause us to graduate from “farm” to “redneck” status…)