After wrangling with a saddle blanket, because I just can't seem to get it one straight first try, and wrestling with a billet / cinch / latigo combo, my son took a look at me on his way out of the barn and said something like...
Wow Mom. You're sweating so much you're actually dripping. That's...pretty gross.
(He doesn't tell the horses they're gross when the sweat drips off them.)
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That's not really fair since most of us can start dripping sweat just by standing outside and LOOKING at our horses.....let alone start wrangling tack and blankets. Sigh....I hate humidity......
Sweat is sexy. Nuff said.
Sweat is also honest. It's unrefutable evidence that you have exerted focussed effort, invested time and energy into a purposeful/worthwhile project.
I've been in a perpetual state of sweat since early July. Stinkin' hottest summer on record here, and the air is so thick it's like breathing water. Yuck!
Take pride in your work-related sweat!
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