Man, they don’t call it full-time for nothing, do they?

Catching up on my laziness today, waiting for my tongue to reach a normal size [some pregnancy-related mild allergic reaction, I think, but it sure makes eating and talking a bitch] and for all my mouth-related pain to go away.

Christ, only four more months of this …

Gretchen Wilson’s latest songs and visions of the Carroll County 4-H Fair dancing through my head as I gear up for a Virginia wedding this weekend.

Sheep and goats and tractor-pulls, oh my!

Where’d I put my overalls?