The one where Hank tries to give us all a heart attack

Yesterday was the dreariest day I can remember since moving to New Mexico 18 years ago. The temperature hovered around 40, the sun never came out, and it rained. All. Stinkin'. Day. The rain helped melt the snow, which has been covering the ground for 12 days, but it also turned the entire ranch into a great big, sloppy quagmire.

Lucy, Alan and George had the good sense to stay in the barn.

Hank did not.

George: You really should go out there and convince him to take shelter. 

Alan: He might catch a cold or something.

Me: I don't suppose one of you wants to carry the umbrella so I don't get drenched?

Me: I didn't think so.

So out I trudged out into the corral, slipping and sliding and sinking in the muck,

to try and talk some sense into Hank.

Hank: Hi, mom! Isn't it a beautiful day? Life is good!

Me: Easy there, Hank. We don't need you to be falling down and hurting yourself.

Hank: Lighten up! Lose the camera and kick up your heels! This is fun!

Lucy: He's gone off the deep end. I'm outta here.

Hank: Bad knee? What bad knee? I feel great! 

Alan: Run for your life, Lucy. He's lost his freakin' mind.

Lucy: Horses are so weird. No common sense whatsover.

Me: Hank, come down to earth, would ya? You're scaring me.

Hank: Chill, mom. I've never felt so good.

Hank: How do you like me now, osteoarthritis?

Hank: Take your "equine senior" feed and stick it where the sun don't shine.

Hank: Give me a little credit, mom. I know my limits.
Me: I want to believe you, Hank, really I do. 
But gray hair isn't good for my self-esteem, so cut the crap.