I think it's time to let go. They served me well. r.i.p.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Cowbarn Boots
My daughter started working in the cowbarn of the kibbutz.
They gave her new boots, to woo her. (So THAT'S how they get 'em to work there.)
On kibbutz, there's sort of an aura of coolness about working with the cows.
So I'm all beam-y with pride.
Can't wait to muck up my washing machine with cow poop. not.
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