The wood is split and stacked.
Flannel sheets on the bed.
Wool coats and sherpa-lined hoodies.
And coffee. Lots of coffee.
Packing on that extra 15 pounds. You know, in case we starve out here.
Horses growing out their snow-repelling shag.
(kindly pretend you don’t see that extra 15 pounds… or the gray strands)
But how you know you’ve really prepared for the winter?
When your darling son looks quizzically at you and carries on the entire following conversation with himself:
Mommy, what are those bumps on your face?
(with genuine concern)
Oh wait… they’re hairs.
They keep your head warm.
(Mommy madly stifling giggles)
(innocently and earnestly)
You can shave those…
Lord I apologize.
I laughed until I cried.
And then I went out and told Mr. Daddy.
And laughed until I cried again.
Apparently the horses aren’t the only ones getting the winter woolies.