Conversation at This Old Farm this week:
S - me
H - my hubby
The Husband came home from work a couple of days ago, this was our conversation.
S- Hi Honey...how was your day?
H - Terrible. My head hurts, I'm filthy and my jeans are ripped.
S - Terrible? What happened.
H - A Bard owl attacked me, smacked me in the back of the head and knocked me down.
S - No way!
H - Then a mean heifer went crazy, tried to run over me and while she was at it she knocked me to the ground and I got cow crap all over me.
S - Ohhh, noooo!
H - Then I was vaccinating a calf and it freaked out, tried to kick the crap out of me and while she was at it she ripped my jeans all the way down the side.
S - Aw honey...you poor thing, go in the house, get something to eat, and then come back out here and help me okay?
Poor guy...he barely got away from a crazy bird and mean heifer, only to come home to a crazy bird who was a mean old heifer who made him work with her after he got home from work.
Oh yeah...and while we were working out in the yard I picked up a rock to get it out of the way, I tossed it aside...ooopppsss, he zigged when he should have zagged and the rock hit him in the face.
I felt really really bad.
John Denver was so very wrong. Life on the farm IS NOT LAID BACK!