U is for Underpants. Captain Underpants.

It's no secret that my boy is a free spirit.  He's never too concerned with clothing himself.  In fact, this child went outside, stripped completely naked, and joyously jumped on the trampoline for all the world to see.

Fortunately, we don't live near "people."

So, it was no surprise to me to see Little Dude outside chasing loose chickens, wearing just a shirt, his underpants, and rubber boots.

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Pants.  Who needs them?

Chasing chickens.  It's the boys' new favorite pastime.  Did you know chickens dig holes and sneak under fences?  Because I have nothing better to do than run around filling holes with dirt.

Did you know that filling in holes with dirt makes a gal ueber sweaty?

Ask me how I know.

Little Dude is one with the animals.  He will oft sneak into the coop, forgoing pants of course,  and visit the chickens.

Word on the street is the rooster did not appreciate his visit and kicked Little Dude in the hiney.

Roosters.  Not ones to be messed with.

In OTHER animal news (have you heard?  we have a zoo), Peter the kitten is still alive.  I have declared it a rule that Little Dude may not hold Peter without adult supervision.


Sure.  Peter looks calm.  But inside he is screaming:

"Save me!  Oh, the horror!  The horror!"

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"B" left this comment and I thought it was time for a little step back in time:

Did you and David have any of these discussions before you married (she is referring to the fact that David "takes care of turkeys" and I can't hardly stand the thought of meat anymore)….how long did you date?
Did you know he wanted to be the farmer in the dell? Do your children know that little ditty? Do they think it is your family?

Well, dear readers.  The David of today is not the same David of yesteryear.  Here are some fun facts about the David I dated:

1)  He went to tanning salons.  For to tan.

2)  He highlighted his hair.  Actually, he had ME highlight his hair.  And my grandmother walked into the kitchen while I was playing beauty parlor with my fiance and grumbled:

"I didn't know my granddaughter was marrying a sissy."

True story.

3)  He thought it was "uncool" to listen to country music.

4)  We planned day trips to the nearest Old Navy . . . which was 3 hours away at that time.  And we both loved to shop there.

5)  We also shopped at The Gap and Abercrombie and Fitch.  Now, we shop and feed and farm stores.  So,  yeah.  Be jealous of that.

6)  He did not hunt.

7)  He did not drive a truck.

8)  He owned nothing Carhartt.

9)  He took swing dance class with me in college.

10)  His ebay username contained the name "JCrew" in it.  Because he was such a fan.  Of JCrew.

I know none of you will believe any of this.  But I speak the truth.

We dated for two years before we wed.

So, yeah.  That's why I am generally in a state of confusion over here.

And, because I am so good at remembering this, let's do a COW.


Deb wrote this after I posted on David's reckless free chicken spree, when we were not yet ready for chickens.

Good gravy, Taylor.

I mean, really.

I hope that man knows how lucky he is.

Holla, Deb!  Holla!

I showed it to David.  He seemed unimpressed.  But I think it should be framed.

Yes.  Yes, I do.

PS-He knows.  Trust me.  No sane woman would have moved to Ruralville.  And the locals know exactly what I am talking about.

PPS-Lest there be any confusion, I love my husband a great deal.  And although I oft joke about my life, I am very lucky and blessed.

Later, dudes.