A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Somehow Victorian
If Meow Cat could speak she'd say something like:
Oh me, oh my. I've caught the-cough cough-consumption, and I'm not sure I'll live out another season.
If Meow Cat could speak she'd say something like:
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