You know you're country, when hubby is patiently waiting in the car for you on Sunday morning. But, you go out the back door to hose the chicken poop off your sneakers before going to the car so you won't track chicken poop all over the red carpet at church.
Calving is coming up; timevto make sure all my scratchy leather gloves have nice sharp edges to cut my nose draggingvit across all those "snotcycles" ROFL 
oooh made me mad! That buck cost us a car, the least I wanted was his head on my wall 