A couple moves from the big city to the countryside and starts a small farm...wait, you've heard this premise before? What? Trite? Hackneyed? But, I have goats. Really cute pictures of tiny baby goats. And cheesemaking recipes. We slaughter our own pigs and cure our own bacon! Well, that's in the master plan, anyway. Just read it, you'll see.
Homero gets in to the Seattle airport at 11:30 p.m. I'm going to put the girls to bed and then leave Rowan babysitting while I run down and pick him up. I should get back around 2 a.m., if the plane is on time and if he doesn't have any trouble at customs.
Posted by Aimee at 12:56 PM
Labels: husband, veterinarian
4 comments:
and just wait until you see what long honey-do list she has for you, papa...:)Hope you enjoyed your time away from the farm!!!
Ther's no lace like Home.
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Don't forget to hit him in the face with a big frozen haddock for leaving you alone like that.
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