FarmWife is very happily employed at her computer, and she promises we'll hit the hillside this weekend together. In the meantime, she tells me to rub my hooves together in gleeful anticipation of some new footing. She also tells me to be grateful she works where she does—after all, I can always catch her eye through the office window when her services are truly needed in the paddock.
Ears to you,
|A.P. file photo.|
FarmWife says she needs a new vehicle soon.
I recommend something along these lines.