Upon our engagement (way back when), Jason had to enter the hay-zone. It came with me. Kind of like a dowry. I'm glad to know he loves me enough to help with hay. That is true love. After all, it is not to feed his horse.
So, each hay session, he dons his haying garb, complete with a lively feline anaesthesiologist's cap. Real men wear cats.
Colin looks as if he's saying, "Who is that strange-looking man in our house??!!"
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