Monday, March 26, 2007
Monday
I'm off to the barn this morning, so come back after lunch and I'll hit you up with some witty brilliance. Or maybe I'll just tell you about the dream I had about Dinner With Anthony Kiedis. Or maybe I'll tell you more about the lovely smell of melting manure in the spring. Y'just never know around here.
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Shovel some manure for me, Heidi. If I was there, you know I'd grab a shovel myself.
= )
missus! i haven't been around for a bit,that extra hour of sun is an extra hour of work (how did that happen?) i'm all caught up now. show me what yer wearing! (to the big party, not right now... unless you want too...
The suspense, oh the suspense! It's killin me!
*in a sing song voice*
I'm getting married, I'm getting married!
The mud and muck in our "dry lot" is 2 feet deep! It sucks... literally!
Have fun! Ah...the smell of manure...I wouldn't mind a whiff of that. :)
It's manure time here too. I can smell it all the way from junction 9. I know, I know, the farms were here first...sigh.
sorry dont fancy the smell of manure, got a dog who does though!
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