It's a little unnerving, this temporary living arrangement. However, I'm getting spoiled rotten. My mom's a good cook. And it's nice having fields to look at, and dirt lanes for the boy to practice driving skills (I hear chicks really dig that stuff) and it's nice having two handsome barn cats for Lucy to pretend to hate. It's awesome having more grandparent time for my kids. It's perfect, having my horses right outside the door.
Not so perfect having the husband's career an hour down the highway.
So we drive down the road pointing at farms with For Sale signs that we darn well know we can't afford right now, and Tribble and I plan the flower gardens of the future.
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah. Stand in the corner justa shakin yo azz...