I’m sitting on the couch, with shmears of philospophy’s Hope in a Jar under my tired eyes.  Actually it’s Hope in a Little Free Foil Sample From Sephora.  Same thing. I probably should have waited until i was absolutely certain that Seth-2yr was asleep.  He just came out of his room and stared and got such a case of the giggles that he’ll probably be unable to nap at all.  Well.  It really isn’t that funny.   One time Caden-4yr woke up from a nap early and caught me with forest green wax on my eyebrows. Judging by his reaction that day, forest green hardening wax is even funnier than white shmears of moisturizer.

So my mudding truck has gotten a makeover recently. It’s been ‘lifted’ quite a bit, and has all sorts of new features I could never explain. I can certainly appreciate them without full understanding, though. It’s WAY harder to get stuck in the mud, now.

Although apparently still quite within the realm of possibility.

This morning, between two cotton fields in the middle of nowhere, I got stuck. I managed to maneuver forwards and backwards for some time, but just couldn’t ever get out of the ditch I was in. The quality of mud was excellent, though. Not too sloshy, not too dry. My fave.

Feeling the big tires slip and skid and slide through the mud never fails to thrill. And if the mud is just the right consistency, it rains down on the windshield in giant, satisfying clods. Today was just such a day.

Until I got stuck.

I try not to be obnoxious, but generally I’m very BAD at being stuck. It’s only a few minutes before I get claustrophobic. So I place a distress call with Mike (who actually likes these calls. Go figure.), clean out my purse, and try not to freak out.

I was at this exact point when I was distracting myself with the radio and heard “Still the One” by Orleans. Doesn’t ring a bell? That’s the song that the guy says, “You’re still the one that can scratch my itch.”

Two empty cotton fields heard my “EWWWWW! Scratch it yourself!”

That has to be the least appealing term of endearment ever.

Mike arrived, wearing suit pants tucked into tall rubber boots with white price tag still attached, and a white t shirt. A few attempts at pulling me out failed, so I put my shoes (so cute - never should go near mud) in my purse and he carried me off to his truck so i could go back to the house, get my usual Mom Car and get the littlest boys from school.

So. Perhaps I should rub in the Hope in a Free Sample and go do laundry. Or write a book. Any accomplishment today will do.