Here is the deal: FarmWife had cordoned off a wide swath of pasture to allow for regrowth. She has mowed thrice. Regrowth is complete. It is beautiful, lush, and delicious over there. It is an overgrazed wasteland (pictured above) over here.
Now she is trying to tell me that I only get to go over there half the time as a result of being fat, to which I respond that I am just muscular. She doesn't believe me.
It is an atrocity.