30 October, 2007

The Farm Journal


Don't be fooled by the quiet moment, Max is a wild child.
Note: The gash on his forehead is healing nicely despite his snorting and frisky gallivanting.

I bought a pair over used overhauls on the side of the road. There was a table and mini van set up in front of the Tator Shack. A veritable cornucopia of worker wear! I never knew how dependent on overhauls I would become. I wear them five days a week lately. Need to think up a reason for a dress. (Annie, this is where you are supposed to be disgusted by my comment, and go buy me something sassy in BK)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lets see a pic of you in your work duds!

The Real Red Heart said...

Yes I 2nd & 3rd that

The Red Heart said...

I will be with you in a jippy