Went to the fabulous beach estate of Collieguy and girl. Had a very nice time. I understand why he gave me that to-go coffee cup.
I do not understand the problem with the dog licking the floor. Seems like an excellent idea for keeping the floor clean. Perhaps training to improve the pattern would be an advantage. Wonder if the floor tasted like bacon, or dead nutria, or perhaps gopher. Perhaps the flooring was actually gopherwood. Who knows? If only we could talk to dogs.
Am almost done baling straw.
Was attempting to pay neighbor for screenings but at some point spilled coffee on my sales book so I have to go back and look at the scale tickets for the fifth time. I never claimed to be a businessman.
Have to make the transition from baling to working ground and making silage and no-tilling for half the neighborhood (hopefully!)
I would like to dedicate the following song to all those lonely female high school teachers out there but with this one caution, make the kid sign a confidentiality agreement first!