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Magic or Mayhem

    True confession: I have a thing for farmers.  The older the better.  

    I love listening to farmers talk.  I love their farms and their stories about farming.  I like reading about them, watching them on TV, and listening to them on podcasts or in person.  There is something so intriguing to me about the family farm.  

    Also, I want to be them.  And own a cow.  

    I got one step closer to my cow dreams this past weekend.  A local farm where I go and occasionally work for fun (some people get their kicks at bars, and some people pull weeds, okay?!), said I could keep a milk cow on their property.  I almost flipped my lid.  Lucky for Ross, he planned on hunting when I got home, so he had an escape route.  I simmered down a degree by the time he got home.  Getting dinner on the table for four kids has a way of grounding a person.  

    Anyway, today the farmer's wife gave me sage advice that I didn't really want to hear.  But probably needed.  She said, "We all think, just one more thing and our lives will be perfect!" A cow might not be in the cards just yet.  Forcing it isn't in the best interest of any of us, and I know it won't ultimately make me any happier than I am now...but the ice cream might.  


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