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.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Truth
This is the perfect illustration of what happens to me on the regular. For me it usually ends with me saying my name outloud in a disappointed tone.
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1 comment:
nc catherine
said...
Oh fooey. That happens to me but less often. I am not sure if just refusing to let unhappy or unhealthy brain chatter dictate to me is the reason, or if being older means I am less horrible to myself, but the sad mood arrives less....but anyway I hear ya.
1 comment:
Oh fooey. That happens to me but less often. I am not sure if just refusing to let unhappy or unhealthy brain chatter dictate to me is the reason, or if being older means I am less horrible to myself, but the sad mood arrives less....but anyway I hear ya.
Watch out for Irene....
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