This is the face of someone who may have lost her mind. Or at least, all common sense. But it's also the face of someone who was happy to bale the last 400 or so bales for the year and then park the tractor in the yard. You may think you know the face, and the typical behaviors of the owner of the face. And you may not ever claim to again.
This pretty much sums it up. I took it as a bit of a dare when it was suggested I bale hay while wearing a tiara. But, then I decided that would be so boring by itself and went ahead and ordered a tutu from
Rita Rebello.
Husband's reaction when I showed up in costume to bale hay was "ohmygahhhhhdddddd." And he hung his head...hehehe
I think he asked me if I had lost my mind. I think I answered that, yes, I had in fact lost my mind...
Even the children were in shock. They kept switching from laughter to shaking of heads and Wee wondered what the heck I was doing. But, by dinner the discussion had turned to the different variations in celebratory hay ending attire we could sport. It's contagious....
But, I did bale in the "Last Day of Baling" costume. All. Day. Long.
Did I mention, it was the LAST DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it went well. Nothing broke, nothing plugged and nothing caused me to have to actually hike somewhere for help in the garb.
Dear Friends and Family,
I apologize :) But, you have to love me anyway.
To bad that the twine salesman, the gas truck, the RAC Committee., or the BLM ranger, etc. didn't show up...it would have been even funnier...and more fun just for the shock of it!
ReplyDeleteActually, the NRCS guy was out. When he was told what I was up to, he said he probably would have turned around and come back another day :)
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