For drying out some of the mud on the ranch.
For blowing so hard that you made my walk to work that much easier.
For blowing so hard that in order to feed the spring cows, we had to haul whole bales of hay off the truck and remove twine before the cows ate it.
For blowing so hard that I ate half the hay I fed to the damn cows.
For making my eyes water so much that I felt like I was crying over P.S. I Love You all over again.
For blowing the remaining hay into my eyes, making them hurt as well as water.
For blowing so hard that you blew my hair over my head band to whip the shit out of my eye balls.
For making gate opening/closing that much more fun. I love chasing gates.
For making me have to wash the hay out of my hair, pluck the hay from my eye balls, and floss the hay out of my teeth.
I honestly had no idea what I would do with my time, Mother Nature, had you not bestowed upon us the 60mph winds. I am forever in your debt, you bitch.
Hugs and Kisses (and a bitch slap . . . except the wind is preventing me from being able to use enough force).