Watch Those Fingers “So … you can come out and help me right now?” A text I received from hubby, because to be honest, we have a pretty big place, and are often nowhere near each other. It’s a lot easier to text than search everywhere for
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The Neverending Hay Story In all the years of putting up hay, I never hurt myself, until now. Sure, I tore some suspensory ligaments and other such nonsense once, but that was from hopping down from a pickup truck tailgate onto uneven ground, and doesn’t count …
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