Typical day on the playground. :D I got to leave school on more than one occasion from ending up muddier than the teacher wanted to allow back into her classroom.
Yeah, life did that for me too. Including teaching me to hose clothes off outside instead of ruining the washing machine or clogging the pipes.
Hubby was a much cleaner child than I was, and wasn't prepared for the offspring to take after me in their predilection for finding the only mud hole on a dry day. :)
One of the funniest days was when Hubby came to the house to ask me out on a date when we were teenagers. I was helping vaccinate, tag, and brand cows and calves. It was a really wet summer and I was covered head to toe in 'mud.' I'm sure he thought hard about actually asking for a date.
Btw, last anonymous comment was me if you didn't know. ;)
The correct first reaction when confronted by the puddle, is to jump in with both feet. Additional points awarded for maximum distance attained by the splash...
I'm a guy, so mud puddles are seen as a challenge/opportunity, not an obstacle (there are exceptions to the rule, of course, but they typically vote liberal/Democrat and therefore don't count as "male"). My first thought on seeing this pic was "okay, running start, flying leap and see who can make it to the "cockpit" of their "X-wing" without getting trapped by the Sarlac's soggy cousin!!!!
dt2, I was 8 or 9, Easter, there was a mud puddle under the swings at church and I KNEW I'd get swatted if I got my Easter dress dirty. So I carefully removed my dress, petticoat, and patent leather Mary Janes, folded neatly and proceeded to swing in my undies. I still got swatted.
"My first thought on seeing this pic was "okay, running start, flying leap and see who can make it to the "cockpit" of their "X-wing" without getting trapped by the Sarlac's soggy cousin!!!!"
That's what I said to myself last time I was with the Mrs.
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Typical day on the playground. :D I got to leave school on more than one occasion from ending up muddier than the teacher wanted to allow back into her classroom.
-CM
My teachers and mom conspired against me and had spare clothes at the school for me to change into.
FYI- It was frequently my hair from hanging upside down doing acrobatics in the swing.
-CM
That's not playing fair! I call foul on the conspiracy!!
-CM
As a child, yes, totally unfair. As a mom? Hell, it prepared me for battle with my two Mud Monsters.
Yeah, life did that for me too. Including teaching me to hose clothes off outside instead of ruining the washing machine or clogging the pipes.
Hubby was a much cleaner child than I was, and wasn't prepared for the offspring to take after me in their predilection for finding the only mud hole on a dry day. :)
One of the funniest days was when Hubby came to the house to ask me out on a date when we were teenagers. I was helping vaccinate, tag, and brand cows and calves. It was a really wet summer and I was covered head to toe in 'mud.' I'm sure he thought hard about actually asking for a date.
Btw, last anonymous comment was me if you didn't know. ;)
-CM
If a man can love you covered in cow "mud", he's a keeper.
The correct first reaction when confronted by the puddle, is to jump in with both feet. Additional points awarded for maximum distance attained by the splash...
I'm a guy, so mud puddles are seen as a challenge/opportunity, not an obstacle (there are exceptions to the rule, of course, but they typically vote liberal/Democrat and therefore don't count as "male"). My first thought on seeing this pic was "okay, running start, flying leap and see who can make it to the "cockpit" of their "X-wing" without getting trapped by the Sarlac's soggy cousin!!!!
We had a paved playground with a swing set that was 30 feet tall....
My kids walk in the puddles just as I did.. my mother hated that I was a tomboy, even in dresses she tried :-)
dt2, I was 8 or 9, Easter, there was a mud puddle under the swings at church and I KNEW I'd get swatted if I got my Easter dress dirty. So I carefully removed my dress, petticoat, and patent leather Mary Janes, folded neatly and proceeded to swing in my undies. I still got swatted.
"My first thought on seeing this pic was "okay, running start, flying leap and see who can make it to the "cockpit" of their "X-wing" without getting trapped by the Sarlac's soggy cousin!!!!"
That's what I said to myself last time I was with the Mrs.
Heh.
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