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.