A Good Husband

FarmWife went to sleep on the wrong side of the bed after a stressful weekend, a missed ride, a cat fight, and a generally tribulation-riddled Sunday afternoon. She woke up on the wrong side, too, to four dead chicks in the mail (and one dying) and two cranky and undernourished children. She should have known better than to give them sweet crepes and cheesecake for breakfast.

The long and short of it is that when FarmHusband called home at lunchtime she was practically crying. I think it's a mare thing—women are so volatile!

But get this: "You," he said, "should go riding tonight."

Whadda guy. He knows FarmWife like the back of his hand, and he knows that there's no cure for a cranky wife like a nice two hours on the trail with Yours Truly. I will take her out at 6 tonight and I will return her, cheered and refreshed, to his loving custody.

We're a good team, and together we take mighty fine care of our favorite lady.

Now, human women—listen up. If you have a mule, go ride him. If you have a horse, that will do. If you have a husband who indulges you in these matters, give him a kiss. He's doing you a tremendous service, and you're lucky if he knows it.

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