Sundays at this farmish place are reserved for Scribbles - short, random musings that collect while my mind has time to wander on this day of (supposed) rest. Enjoy, and feel free to add your own in the comments.
1. After you move to a farm, you will discover talents you never knew you had. Did you know I'm really good at catching the squealing, wiggling, 15 pounds (of solid muscle) piglets? Hey. We all have to be good at something.
2. I love that our life has become what it has. When I stop to fill up with gas and the man behind the counter makes small talk by asking what kind of dog I've got in the giant crate in the back of my Trail Blazer, I love that I can say "It's not a dog. It's two goats."
3. By the way, if you ever have to take your one-month-old goats in for a vet visit (brought on by pink eye or sore mouth and whatever else they are harboring...) just go ahead and keep your poo-ed up barn clothes on. The farm vet really isn't going to care.
4. Besides, while at the farm vet, the goats don't politely hold their bladder/intestines for the short visit. Oh no. One-month-old goats kick those body systems into hyper overdrive, believing it's their job to mess up the sterile vet office while the people who have nice things like dogs, cats, or hamsters stare at you.
4. When you make a skirt to wear on the farm, make sure the elastic is actually meant to keep the skirt up on your body. Do not lie and say "Gosh, it's so big...I must have suddenly lost weight". Don't just think you're cute and wear it anyway thinking you'll just keep hiking it up and no one will notice. Because when you're suddenly called upon to scoop up a pig and your hands are busy...someone is going to notice. And hopefully its just your husband. At which point you can tell him you planned it that way for a little farm excitement. Then promptly take the skirt in the house and fix the damn elastic.