Yet Another Reason Why I Shouldn't Be a Girl

This morning, I didn't feel like putting on scrubs.  It's hot out (well, it's supposed to be, anyway) and I'm not teaching a lab class, so I threw on a skirt and slipped my feet into some mules (wait...are they even called that anymore?  Crap, I think now they're slides.  Kinda like how thongs used to be footwear and now they're buttwear.).

Now, I've got enough estrogen to realize that the first pair of mules I put one were bad, bad, bad with my skirt, so I went digging in the closet until I found a less offensive pair of shoes to slip on.

Then I left for work, intending to feed Her Highness along the way.  It had obviously rained where she is, but not at our house, so I had to deal with mud.  Not a problem, I've pretty much mapped out where I can step in her mud bog without getting all gross and muddy.  My plan was going well, until Her Highness decided that she would rather eat the grass outside of her pen than the hay I had my arms loaded up with.

Long story short, I ended up stepping in the mud.  I finish up what I'm doing with Estes, knock off as much mud as I could and drive into work, thinking nothing about it.

Really.  Mud on my shoes, completely out of my brain.  I knocked off the mud and it was a done deal in my mind.

Luckily, one of my co-workers saw me and told me to go wash off my shoes before I embarrassed myself walking all over campus with dried mud all over my shoes.

Yep, I'm a failure as a girl.  I mean, really, who (besides me) doesn't think to wash the mud and horseshit and hay off of her shoes?

Colorado Car Starting Attire

It's been COLD recently.  Even for Colorado winter, it's cold.  So for your edification...a tutorial on proper Colorado Car Starting Attire.*

Let's start with the boots, worn for two reasons: 1) easy on/easy off function - no tracking snow through the house - 2) the snow has to be really deep to fall inside - while not warm, toasty feets, at least dry feets.

Next, the ever sexy running pants circa late 1980s (yes, I've had them that long).  Again, two reasons: 1) they slip down into the easy on/easy off boots, so no snow gets stuck in the cuff (so I'm short, I have to cuff my scrubs) and 2) I can go back in the house, kick off my boots and pull on my scrubs or jeans over the top and be toasty warm.

Big fluffy coat that covers my butt.  'Cause there ain't nothin' worse than a cold ass. (Not even a dumb one.)

Gloves.  Have you ever stuck your hand to the car in sub-freezing weather.  'Nuff said.

Dry hair is preferable, but not required if you don't mind frozen hair.  But it's just hair, it'll thaw.

Now, some of you who follow my Tales From The Trail blog may realize that the Car Starting Attire sounds very similar to the Bear's In The Dumpster Attire.  Very astute.  It varies only by the britches (flannel jammies vs. running pants) and the state of the hair (clean and combed vs. bed head).

*The pictures are a tad fuzzy because of the frost on the inside of the door - my eldest son was too wussy to open the door for the pictures.