Y is for Yesteryear

I have been working outside all day with my husband.  My leg muscles (yes!  I have leg muscles!  Who knew?!) are tingly and my arms feel like Jello.  I have tilled no less than 4,000 pounds of rabbit poo into my future garden.  My shoes are stinky.

Building fences and tilling gardens.  Not for the faint of heart.

I was just about to fall asleep when I remembered my dumb, needy blog and the letter "Y" post that had yet to be written.  Darn it all.  So, I made my husband fetch the computer because I did, afterall, dig trenches and the like today and he hardly lifted a finger.

I kid!  I jest!  He is the muscles behind all of the goings on here.

I also forced him to basically come up with today's post.  Because he cares a lot about blogging, didn't you know?

A few days ago, I posted a list about how my husband has changed from when I first met him.  Lisa commented:

I think you should have the LJ do 10 points on how you’ve changed . . . it’d be mighty interesting!

Brilliant idea, Lisa!  So, without further ado, here is a list of how David says I have changed since when he first met me:

1.  She digs ditches and does more physical labor outside.

2.  She doesn't shop at Abercrombie and Fitch of Gap anymore.

3.  She owns rabbits and chickens.

4.  She knows how to drive a 4-wheel drive vehicle.

5.  She knows what a fertilized egg is.

6.  She now knows the difference between a cow, bull, and a steer.

I used to, but I forgot.  But we'll let him think I remembered.  I think a steer is "less of a man" than a bull.  But who really cares?  Honestly.

7.  She lives in Ruralville and not in a subdivision.

8.  Her hair is darker.

9.  She knows how to can food.

10.  She makes her own bread.

So, there you have it.  A most exciting post on a Saturday night if there ever was one.

I am absolutely exhausted and have a cold something fierce.  I need to get some beauty sleep so the fun can continue tomorrow.

Goodnight, all!