We are the world
Around here it ain’t no big thang to come home from church to find your husband in the carport hacking up a wild boar that weighs more than him. “Grab some ziplocs and clear out the freezer!” he called as I stepped out of the car. He was all business as he consulted a textbook on pork meat cuts. There is something kid of sexy about a man elbow deep in pig blood.
Lent? what Lent? it’s 6 Hour Roast Sunday. That’s in the Bible, I’m pretty sure.
We’ve also added to our little barnyard family. We are proud to introduce Rasmus and Esperanza, our Navajo-Churro sheepies. Esperanza may or may not be preggers, it’s hard to tell under all that fleece. They need to be shorn like, yesterday. Their poop doesn’t quite make it all the way off their body these days, if you know what I mean.
I feel like Angelina Jolie, adding new faces to my family a little too quickly, making sure my brood represents as many continents as possible. We’ve got Africa with the Nubian Goats, and now Spain with the sheep. I sense a Yak Attack coming on!