I was awakened at 6 this morning.
I was trying to sleep in.
I tried to pretend I didn’t hear My Cowboy’s spurs jingling as he crossed the room.
Never mind that he’d already been up and at it since 3 am.
He grabbed me by the big toe and shook.
I cracked one eye open.
He said: “You wouldn’t wanna put on some shorts and your tall mud boots, would ya?”
“Yer askin’ me to dress sexy for you at 6 in the morning?”
Him: “No. I’m askin’ you to help me. We got cows in the west pasture.”
That woke me up.
The west pasture is supposed to be empty!
I stumbled to the bathroom, brushed my hair and my teeth, threw on a ratty old t-shirt, those sexy shorts, and the tall mud boots, and headed out the door.
He had Chip saddled and ready to go. It was my job to run a few gates and make sure everyone went where they were supposed to when he brought them back. Which was about all I could handle, since I forgot to wear my glasses and couldn’t see much.
When we were all done, he inquired: “Can I ask you a trick question?”
“What are you thinkin’ about makin’ for breakfast?”
“I wasn’t thinkin’ about makin’ breakfast. But I guess I can make biscuits and gravy.”
So while he unsaddled and finished up chores, I doctored my baby kitten, then headed to the shack to make homemade biscuits and sausage gravy.
By 7:30, I was ready for a nap . . .
But alas, there’s laundry to do . . .