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?)
…so…can you tell me why she is REALLY wearing that get-up? Is she some kind of farmyard super hero? Or what?
Well, she is a bit of a farmyard super hero, truth be told.
She found a nice dress for the ball. But now she is wearing that hood around the barn, and busting up little gambling rings amongst the chickens…. and bootlegging over in the cow milking area.
Everyone calls her Super G.
She’s baaaaaaaad.
This is one of my all-time favorites….”some kind of hoodie thing…” that made me laugh yesterday and again today. I’m going to try to wait another week before I look again. Don’t want to wear out a sure laugh.
Hi Carol,
I am glad this gave you a chuckle….but I was dumbfounded I’ll tell you! When she came out wearing that get-up…. EVEN I, Queen of Blue Jeans and Sweatshirts…. knew that couldn’t be a good choice for the ball.
I called my brother and asked if he’d sit in on an intervention with me….