How can you not love mud? Seriously, getting your car or yourself covered in muck is great throw-caution-to-the-wind and let-yourself-go fun.And then you get the added pleasure of that freshly cleaned feeling after washing it or yourself.Can anyone else back me up on that? Is it a guy thing? Or am I just weird?
Cheryl -- don't answer that. :P
You neither Mellissa.Or Clew.:P
Pete, I remember the fun of mud; getting stuck knee deep out in the fields as a child; having a car dug in to the rims as a teenager and hey, once in awhile it's a hoot out here. But sliding to work, brakes locked up, getting it all over my clothes when I get out to go in to work, having the back porch puddled up with muddy water while several pairs of shoes sport tell-tale signs of it for months to come....THAT, I can do without! :-)
"Ew. You're right. That's not fun," he said sheepishly trying to hide the mud pie behind his back.
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