Just when you think you’ve had a rough day…  imagine being a sheep with absolutely no fashion sense.

I met Gertie three days ago.  She’s got this thing.  Some big Farm Gala Ballroom Dance that’s coming up tomorrow night.  It’s a formal, wouldn’t ya’ know.  So ol’ Gert has been fretting about what to wear.  I said, “Gertie.  For crying out loud.  You are a sheep.  Surely you have a nice sweater laying around somewhere….”  We talked some more.   She continued to fret.  I told her something would pop up for her.  Not to worry.

I swung by Gertie’s place this evening to see what she’d decided on.  Oh my gosh.  She picked out some hoodie thing.  She looked like one of the dang race horses right before post time at the Kentucky Derby.  “Gertie!  Where in the world did you EVER find your outfit?”  (Sure enough, one of the old mares had given it to her.  I’ll tell you, it was the old grayish colored mare.  She just ain’t what she used to be.)  Gert asked me what I thought… and I couldn’t tell her.  I just said I had to be going…. had to get home before dark….. and started to hustle out of there.  She called out after me (Oh boy.  I’m in trouble… she’s going to ask me what I think AGAIN!)

All she hollered was, “Hey.  Close that door behind you.   You live in a barn or something?”

(She’s looking to meet a nice ram.  I really hope she finds a different outfit.  Don’t ewe?)