I'm mostly naked these days—FarmWife doesn't want to start blanketing me until it gets colder, and I don't have a rain sheet of my own. (Sniff. Sniff. One precious tear.)
I'm naked, muddy, and soaking wet but FarmWife likes to point out that I can go stand under the shed roof if I want. Honestly, she wants temperatures to get down and stay down for a little while so she can justify making me snug and comfy, clean and glossy, under my toasty warm blanket. We're asking for a rain sheet for Christmas.