“Know When To Hold ‘Em. Know When To Fold ‘Em.” Know When To Rip Them All Out And Start Over.

Once uopn a time my husband and I went to the store.  When we left our corn was tall and happy: While we were gone there was a pocket thunderstorm and when we returned to the homestead, we found this had happened: My husband had a very uncharacteristic explosion of heart felt profanities and I took... Continue Reading →

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