Happy mistake.

It was 6 below zero yesterday and we have a foot or so of snow.

As I struggled up from the pig pen sweating under all my Carhartt layers, I walked up the barn stairs feeling much like the Michelin Man.

 I drouped half way to the hay bale remembering that I didn't put the hay sled out under the hay door, this ment two more trips on the stairs. 

Right before I turned and trudged up back down the stairs my super farmer husband (who was working on something in the corner,) said; "Babe, I forgot something in the house, I'll be right back." 

I said; "oooh, could you put out the blue hay tub for me, please?"

He said; "sure." 

So, relieved, I started preparing the hay. 

I open the hay doors to see SF spreading out a blue tarp.

I say; "sweetheart, I said the blue tub."

He said; "no, you said tarp."

Knowing we could go on like that for ten minutes I giggled to myself and thanked him.

After all, I can use the tarp. 

So I toss the hay down. Shut the doors and make my way back down. 

Now I grab the hay fork on my way out but realize once I get there that the easiest thing to do would be to take corners of the tarp and pull it.

My normal thing is to use the duck's old pool, you know the ones I mean the cheap plastic kiddy pool you get at Walmart.

The ducks got upgraded this year so when my steps to Daisies gate got too icy to carry the full hay fork down them I employed the hole riddled, retired duck pool. 

I toss the hay in it, shove the hay fork through the hay and push it like a shopping cart.

So when SF heard blue tarp, I had said blue tub.

In his defense, the saw was still running when I said it.

Nevertheless, as I pulled the tarp down the hill I was thinking that this almost seems easier. 

I tried the tub again today and indeed the tarp is easier.

I often underestimate my husband's unknowing genius!