You gotta love the 80's

I never let anyone drive my tractor. Maybe it's a personal issue that goes back to someone stealing my bike or something when I was a kid. I don't know. But that tractor is mine. I bought it and I drive it. Oops. Sorry guys. I operate it.

Until today. Dang.

I have become so busy with what is happening at the ranch, not to mention trying to keep a neat house and take care of twin boys, that I finally had to raise the white flag and ask for help fencing the last three pastures. A friend of mine runs a construction business, and he found someone to do the work for me.

Only one thing went through my mind when I saw this man.

ZZ Top.

I've never seen a beard that long outside of a "She's Got Legs" video or a news broadcast about the Taliban.

I mean, I stared. I really stared. (He was actually wearing Cheap Sunglasses, and I swear could suddenly hear "Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!"

Now, I had a pretty rough time last week. The stress had begun to take its toll. I was so exhausted that I felt sad. But when I handed the tractor keys to ZZ Top man and watched him climb onto my beautiful piece of machinery, I was suddenly struck by the urge to laugh out loud. I bit my tongue instead, because I knew if I started laughing, I wasn't going to be able to stop, not until I looked completely insane.

I did, however, smile.

And from that moment, I knew this week would be better than the last.

"Ah, Have Mercy"