Tuesday, July 19, 2011


There's something to be said for a little battling in the extremes. Gene prefers his battles to be fought in the winter at 10 degrees with a snow shovel. Bah. I'm more of a summertime, goat shit-shoveling battlefield girl. When our engagements with nature are over, he builds a fire, I spray myself off with a garden hose.

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