Last night I didn’t feel the need to shower after the barn. In my defense, I came in to a perfectly clean horse, rode for half an hour in clean riding clothes, and didn’t break a sweat. Clean enough right?
Lee called me on it as we went to bed. I swear I couldn’t smell barn on me, but he insisted it was there and was distracting him from getting a good night’s sleep. Fine. I will deal with it.
I went into the bathroom and Febreezed my hair. Problem solved. Lee realized what I did and was both appalled and amused. I thought I was a genius. Guess its too close to call.