Yesterday, hubby bubby said in passing, “Must not a got …” I said, “Wait! Wait, right here, I need to WRITE that down, lest I forget what you didn’t get and how it is you said what you don’t got.”
Given I still have some snap left in my garters and I’m a bit of a straight shooter, I started to laugh. Snicker Doodles (birth name Nick) GOT it and he started to laugh too. That’s when the moment got up to a pretty good pitch—steeper than a cow’s face actually. I snorted and crossed my legs. (That means I think somethin’s REALLY funny and I’m in the moment HAPPY.)
Such is life is rural America. The deeper into its past you go, the sweeter it gets.
After we quit lovin’ on his folksy, regional upbringing, hubby bubby got serious, wiped the laughter from his eyes, and said,
“Spread that on the grass to make it greener—know what I mean?”
Elaine 
Bettyinpasco 
Sandi 
maggie 
Kimberly 
Winnie Nielsen 
MaryJane 
Linda Mae Baldwin 
Rachel 
My goodness! I cannot believe you mentioned me on your blog! Today my husband and I met with our builder to go over plans for our very own barn. I was smiling and giddy the entire time! Our builder was like, “I can tell you are very excited!” 🙂
Cows and chickens are definitely in my future. My visit to your B&B and time spent with Kim was the extra little shove I needed to continue to pursue my dream.
I hope to visit Moscow again, maybe next time with a child or two in tow. And I so hope to meet you someday! Thanks for being an inspiration to me!