This dose is brought to you by Debra's Fine Imported Scissors Emporium.
Where all scissors are top-of-the-line and on the cutting edge... So that
was a lame joke... Sorry.
Pigs, little kids, and two college students home for spring break. What do
these three things have in common?
Well, when the little kids are especially rambunctous, and the college
students happen to be the author and her aunt...
All of these like to play in the mud.
A four wheeler and a recently excavated gravel pit were quite a combination
for Amy Belanger and me on Sunday. If you could have seen us, you probably
would have made a disgusted face and walked away.
Picture, if you will, two young ladies in my dad's barn overalls, ugly shoes,
and stocking caps. We looked like hicks who were going to rob a bank in the
winter. Or a couple of dorks who were going to go out and play in the mud.
Take your pick.
Anyway, the snow was melting, and there was clay-y, granite-y, manure-y mud
all over back there. And we decided it would be fun to play in it.
35 mph through that stuff makes you laugh a lot. Take it from us.
Here's a little hint: if you're going to have to slide down into the granite
pit, it's going to be hard to get back out without slipping back down into
it. And, when you finally manage to get out, you're going to have to do it
by rolling out into the mud at the top.
But you should have seen the pretty mud angel I made in the snow...
So, as lame as this dose may seem to the untrained reader, you must look
deeper and see the fact that two college students playing in the mud is truly
stupid. And it was hilarious to us... Just use your imagination, and you
might find it funny and stupid. If not, then I suggest you get a better
imagination.
-Sarah
*And one quick add-on:
"I can't believe you don't need to put in the clutch every time you tap on
the brake!"