My feet almost froze today.
The adventure began when Brittany and I decided to go on a walk because it was beautiful outside and we had the morning off. So we start walking through the meadows, catching up and having nice girlie time. When we got to the pond meadows, we started to hear frogs and the tomboy in me wanted to find one...so we walked around the marshy part of the meadows. By the time we passed the marsh, we were on our way back when we both decided that it would be adventurous to cross the creek so we could "visit" the baby horsies.
(By visit we mean not going near the babies because Tony Warnock would kill us because we'd be bothering them, but in reality we would just be getting cute pictures of them and maybe, just maybe, getting to pet them if their moms don't kill us as well.)
So we find a shallower point in the creek that looks non-threatening and we start to take off our shoes. At this point, two non-pregnant horses come ambling over to "have a drink" but I think they're there to mock us because they're on the other side already. Brittany takes off into the creek so she can get it over with, and I'm not too far behind her when we both start unconsciously start verbally chanting "cold, cold, COLD!" Halfway across (and we were only in the creek for about 5 seconds, so it's COLD), we can't feel our feet hitting the ground because they're numb. BUT, we make it, thank the Lord. Immediately hitting the other side Brittany and I danced around like mad trying to get warmth into our toes. The horse just stood there and mocked us, I swear.
And then we got to reap the benefits of our suffering by getting adorable pictures with the foals and they're mommies. But don't tell Tony Warnock.
Our beautiful walk...