I was late for work today. I could totally blame this on my husband who was dragging his feet as he normally does on Wednesday mornings. Tuesday is his dart night out, which lends itself to slow Wednesday mornings. But really, that wouldn’t be fair. Because although he did make me 5 minutes late, the other 5 minutes was because of those damn farm animals. They are just too cute.

I think I have already mentioned on this blog numerous times how I am a pathetic crier. I cry at everything. It doesn’t take much at all. Hallmark commercials tear me up in seconds. Every time I have jury duty, I have to bring a box of tissues because that “thank you for doing your civic duty” video they show has me bawling. I don’t know if it’s American flag waving proudly in the background, the national anthem booming loudly or the speech they give which honestly makes me feel like all of democracy and justice is resting on my patriotic shoulders. What ever it is, there I am sobbing like a war torn widow, collecting stares from the rest of the bored, pissed off jurors.

So you can only imagine, come this time of the year, I am cursing myself for not buying stock in Kleenex.

We have a radio station here that only plays Christmas music come Thanksgiving day. I love it! I drive to and from work singing my little heart out, for once actually enjoying the winter weather (just a bit, once I get out of the cold I curse myself for not moving South).

Anyway, that’s the reason I am late. Christmas music combined with my love for animals. It might have a little to do with the fact that I spent my entire life in the city and therefore have almost a child-like revere for farm animals.

Because I just lose it every time I hear The Little Drummer Boy.

Bwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Can’t ya just see their little furry heads bobbing up and down, their adorable little hooves covered in hay tapping to the beat?

Pass me a Kleenex already!