bring on some awkward.
Every time I think it’s gonna happen, meh. Don’t you remember middle school? The pinnacle
the big exhale.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. The Thanksgiving before he passed away, he told me he
the blast radius.
Again. Again with pit of my stomach burning and the overwhelming nauseous feeling. On one
the barfing cow.
Two words: POLISH POTTERY. You should get some. Highlight of our morning oatmeal. Truly. Dare
our farm now has a guinea pig.
When he was little, he used to call them “bennie pigs.” Now, I call our
virginia or pennsylvania?
A couple of weeks ago, Hank and I overheard the boys in the rabbitry discussing…geography?
little by little.
Each day we learn more. The sweet personalities of our new goats. The tenaciousness of
we finally told them.
Today, well this morning actually, was special for two big reasons. First, the boys got
the shift.
I’m a proponent of change. It’s never really bothered me. Well. That is mostly true…but