So a couple of exchanges today got me thinking of a need to document.
Me: I thought farming was supposed to give us a work-life balance.
Her: (Not missing a beat) It does, you work you ass off and I have a life.
A bit later as we are stacking square bales: Dear, is your life passing before your eyes while you balance eleven high on the stack?
Just smile, nod, and walk away, not your circus.
Sherlock Holmes? Ok, we can watch it as long as it is not The Hound of the Fartersvilles.
Look, this is my office space, keep that up and I will have you up in front of hr. I didn’t say stop did I?
Leave the knives at home, we need a tomahawk.
Yes I just made it, applewood smoked thick bacon with fresh garlic and jalapeños. I made enough for me. (To be fair she made me some with smoked Gouda added, but she waited to tell me that).
and a last one
Out hunting with her former boyfriend and his wife the four of us were heading back to the truck. Spooked a nice buck who ran parallel to us. Former boyfriend noted it was a tough shot. Her: “Got it.” One round, 44mag at near a hundred yards, hawthorn sight, moving buck, through his spine above the shoulder. Dropped mid jump and never moved again. She filled her tag that day, the rest of us had as many between us as she did by herself.
Me: I thought farming was supposed to give us a work-life balance.
Her: (Not missing a beat) It does, you work you ass off and I have a life.
A bit later as we are stacking square bales: Dear, is your life passing before your eyes while you balance eleven high on the stack?
Just smile, nod, and walk away, not your circus.
Sherlock Holmes? Ok, we can watch it as long as it is not The Hound of the Fartersvilles.
Look, this is my office space, keep that up and I will have you up in front of hr. I didn’t say stop did I?
Leave the knives at home, we need a tomahawk.
Yes I just made it, applewood smoked thick bacon with fresh garlic and jalapeños. I made enough for me. (To be fair she made me some with smoked Gouda added, but she waited to tell me that).
and a last one
Out hunting with her former boyfriend and his wife the four of us were heading back to the truck. Spooked a nice buck who ran parallel to us. Former boyfriend noted it was a tough shot. Her: “Got it.” One round, 44mag at near a hundred yards, hawthorn sight, moving buck, through his spine above the shoulder. Dropped mid jump and never moved again. She filled her tag that day, the rest of us had as many between us as she did by herself.