Not unlike Mr. Wile E. Coyote, I too have moments of delusional grandeur. If this blog isn't proof enough, I don't know what is.
In my lower-mid thirties-ish, I am a stay home mother of three farmers. Farmers you ask? Yes, farmers. Sowers of chaos, innocently cloaked reapers of my sanity. I would not be who I am today without them and love them more than I could have ever imagined.
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