Mud, Manure and Marital Truths

I took a fall in the cattle yard this morning. Only it wasn't really a fall. No - I body surfed through that 18 inches of mud (and other natural ingredients) like a trained Olympian, while a 120,000 combined pounds of hungry bovine watched in awe. Thankful, my journey ended at the feed bunk, and I was able to use it to upright myself before any of the cows had opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

I finished the rest of the chores, and by the time I got to the house, parts of me were developing an outer crust. It was about this time I realized I had already taken a shower.

Once back inside, I started peeling off my jeans, contemplating whether a second shower could be avoided (it could not).

"Did you fall, or did they push you down?"

"I fell."

And then, under all the morning mud and manure, the level of concern that can only be developed from several years of marriage came shinning through.

" Did you spill any grain?"

(And you know what? I'm pretty proud to say, I did not.)