It started with a whisper

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Knitting? What knitting? It’s in the flipping 60′s again!

Despite napping most of the day yesterday, I’m still tired.

NO! I do not want to pet your drama llama.

I wish stuff would start growing so I could hop on the tractor and brush hog.

I’m still waiting to find out what February is about. And don’t say it’s still mittens. I have enough mitts for now.

What do you think about angora goats?

I want a turkey!

I know, I get it. I used to work at a domestic violence center. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to throttle you myself when you’re given chances, choose to stay and then come around when it gets bad enough again.

I’m heading out, in shorts and a t-shirt, to go inspect the planting beds. Just because I can.

Happy Sunday y’all!

5 Responses to “It started with a whisper”

  1. Kitten says:

    Got enough in there for two acres of corn?
    /runs

  2. Kitten says:

    Dammit, I just figured out why that Neon Trees song has been stuck in my head all day…

  3. Cheryl S. says:

    Angora goats are adorable.

  4. Cookie says:

    And here I sit in thick wool socks, sweat pants and hoodie with hood up. /sigh

  5. Sarah says:

    They’ve been riding around on tractors/lawnmowers/lawntractors around here just waiting. Seeds are wonderful promises. xo