Spouse and I pulled up to a restaurant. I saw our adult daughter’s car in the parking lot. I said “let’s pretend to not see her so she can decide if she wants to say hi or not; I’m not trying to interrupt her night.”
I got out the car and she was already running at me through the parking lot screaming MAMAAAAAA *while* FaceTiming me. 🥹🥹🥰🥰
I’m pretty proud of myself because two years ago I was mortified of snakes. But I forced myself to learn lots about them as exposure therapy. And today I found a sick pet ball python dumped in the woods, and picked him up and got him to a rehabber.
Pretend you’re having coffee and looking out at the foggy farm. Nothing is broken (yet), you’re not covered in mud (yet), and you’re looking at the ghosts of oaks.
The hottest my husband has ever been was when I asked him to translate President Bartlet’s Latin rant at God in Two Cathedrals as Bartlet spoke it, and he did 🥵
I’ve been scraping duck shit off things for five hours and you know, sometimes you just have to stop and portrait-mode-romanticize farm chores so you don’t hate it.
Farm experiment “ducks” is a total failure, for the record. I mean they are cute and I love them but their eat-bugs:shit ratio is like 1:20 and it’s not worth it