This morning on my way to class, I passed a cowboy.  You know, the kind of cowboy that is currently taking a break from the ranch to study at the university, but didn't change his outfit?  I initially spotted him  mischievously drawing with his finger in the newly fallen snow on top of a trash can.  He turned around, gave me a big smile, and we went our separate ways.  However, I couldn't quite make out what he'd drawn.  So I kept walking.
Within a few minutes, I came to another trash can.  I could see something written on top of this one as well, but couldn't make it out so I got closer.  Bracing for something inappropriate, but too curious to care, I closed in on the trash can.  There on top....were smiley faces.  Drawn in each direction.
Sorry for the anti-climatic story, but I thought it needed to be shared.

Which brings me to one of my all-time favorite country songs: