duckie pj's if there's no milk for my morning latte. Add to all of this the fact that I rarely wear makeup and leave the car windows open so my hair sticks up like Heat Miser's, and I think you get where I'm going with this.
However, I think I hit a new high (low?) the other night. It was a gajillion degrees in the shade, and I went down to the barn to hose down my sweaty mare and a friend's horse. By the time I got to the barn, the heat had dropped a bit and I decided it would be fun to channel my inner child and hop up on my horse bareback and have a nice relaxing ride.
We played around, working on lateral movements and over some ground poles. I hopped off after about 15 minutes and hosed her off, then grazed her. I then grabbed my friend's horse and hopped on him for more of the same.
After I was done with the second horse I hosed him off, paying cursory attention to hosing off my legs, which had taken on quite a bit of hair from each horse -- a lovely, itchy mix of gray and brown. However, I forgot one key area of my anatomy that had been in contact with the horses. Apparently my ass was COVERED in horse hair, a fact which largely escaped me even when I wandered in to the local Kings in search of a beverage for the ride home. I noticed quite a few people staring, many of them smiling, and a few outright laughing. Didn't really think much of it (again, I go to the store in my pj's) until I got home and the aforementioned husband fell down laughing, pointing to my butt and choking out a word that sounded vaguely like Sasquatch in between gales of laughter.
Oh well, the cats thought I looked pretty good.