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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

If Only

I could be a fly on the wall.  Then, again, maybe it's not such a hot idea.  I was originally thinking of calling my blog, "When Lives Collide", but it sounded too much like either a soap opera or a title for a romantic novel.  You are getting a glimpse of what I refer to as my "real" life, on the farmstead.  But, for 7 hours a day - not including 2 hours of commuting time - I have to sashay around as an adult in an office setting.  I think my office veneer is beginning to crack.  Yesterday, I mentioned in passing that - if I didn't return from the ladies' room in a half hour, I would have hung myself with my underpants.  To understand from whence came that particular gem, please see the prior blog entry.  Eyebrows lifted.  Today, as I was gesturing ('tho forbidden by my doctor) with my slinged (slung?) arm, hay fell out.  That would be leftover from this morning's feeding.  More eyebrow action.  It does make me wonder if I'm the topic of conversation over cocktails in suburbia.

2 comments:

  1. I guffawed out loud at the description of the hay falling out of your gesturing slung(?) arm! Keep that sense of humor and you'll make it. Plus you bring chuckles to us readers which are much appreciated.

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  2. I think a sense of humor is almost the most important thing a person must posess - it's sometimes the difference in allowing you to put one foot in front of the other to go on, or turn tail and run!

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