We had the pleasure of company last night. Jerry from Back Home Again stopped in for dinner. He did not have bibbed overalls on, and we did not get the hay vs. straw demonstration, because we are from the sticks. We even know what a fire # is, that is how rural we are.
I will send you to Jerry's farm posts here, because the stories about his Dad are the most hilarious on the planet.
We managed to get him in the house despite all of the Christmas boxes being drug out.
He is much taller than he appears on his blog.
I served cold broccoli, accidentally.
Pink Ninja, was and continues to be dreadfully ill.
The kids enjoyed showing out.