I may be a middle-aged woman on paper, but mentally? I’m a 19-year-old lad who’s had three energy drinks and zero adult supervision.
Pretty sure I’ve got more testosterone than most men. I sniff my clothes to decide if they’re “clean enough” (they usually are), and if there’s a ditch nearby, chances are I’m going to fall into it. On purpose. For the vibes.
Mud on my jeans? Badge of honour. Falling over in a field? Character building. Acting my age? Absolutely not. I’ll wrestle gates, laugh at my own injuries, and come home looking like I’ve been raised by tractors.
Graceful? No.
Sensible? Rarely.
But if life needs someone to get covered in muck, make questionable decisions, and enjoy every second of it—I’m your lad. 🐄🚜💪