Jamy Time

My typical moring garb consists of my big heavy winter coveralls, coat, etc. over my pajamas. The fatter I get, the more I realize I like comfy pants with elastic. :-) The only downfall of wearing pajamas during chores is that often times I'll come back in with bits of hay tucked in my shirt. It's not too bad usually, except for when a pricker really sticks on the clothes. Otherwise, the few bits of hay I tend to pull out and go on my merry way.

Since I was sick today, I automatically went for my pajamas. What better way to mope around the house than in your jamys. I felt better in the afternoon so I went out to check on the boys. I figure the best way to make yourself feel better is to be surrounded by animals. I hug from ol' Bob tends to make me feel much better.

It was simply gorgeous out. So I couldn't bring myself to throw on the heavy winter coveralls. Instead I risked it and went out in my polar bear jamys. What's a little bit of mud right?!?! Except that we're swimming in mud these days. I figured since I was just checking on the horses, there wouldn't be any harm in going out in my pjs.

But when it came around to doing evening chores, I couldn't bring myself to put on jeans. And since it's still in the 60s I couldn't fathom the thought of wearing coveralls. I figured my legs were tired enough from being sick, I didn't want to add to it by wearing heavy coveralls.

So out I went in my polar bear jamys to do chores. Luckily Mike took care of hauling water, hauling some of the hay, and playing with the pups. All I had to do was feed the horses grain and a bit of hay. I'd still be out there if I had to do all the chores. Glad Mike is my "Water Boy" and helps out wherever he can.

Since it's not possible for me to go outside without getting at least a little bit of mud on me, I think I'll go exchange these muddy polar bear jamys for a different set of jamys. Maybe scotty dogs, or perhaps horses??