I went out gathering cattle with Marlboro Man and the kids Saturday morning. It was the day after my last day of filming for this block of shows, so I didn’t wear makeup, brush my hair, or even check the mirror before I left the house.
Marlboro Man is such a lucky guy!
But according to Newton’s third law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. And when I spend three weeks applying powder and eyeliner and brushing my hair, I’m going then spend another three weeks looking like Jabba the Hut.
Not that I’m a rebel or anything.
It was a standard morning: Marlboro Man and I led the cows and calves in the feed truck, and the kids gathered behind, going after any strays that were hanging out on the other side of the hill or down in a valley.
“He and I,” by the way, is a relative term. There really was no “I” about it. I was just along for the ride, snapping photos, keeping Marlboro Man company, and looking pretty.
Actually, scratch that “looking pretty” part. See the first part of this post.
It didn’t take long for all the pairs to be located, gathered, and into the pens. Then I ran back to the house (drove is more like it), made breakfast burritos and cinnamon toast, and delivered them while they worked the calves. Then they put them all back out into the pasture from whence they came!
(And my face has really enjoyed being naked the last few days.)