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A Good Mail Day


Yesterday was a good mail day: Missy got her new goat coat (it fits!), and FarmWife got a mulishly splendiferous t-shirt in the mail from our dear fan K.. A giant, mule-sized public thanks to you, K.! FarmWife does, indeed, love "sitting on her ass." This is, if FarmWife will forgive me for saying so, a perfect t-shirt in more ways than one. 


Today, FarmWife is going to celebrate the beauty of our Wickersham autumn by mucking the paddock, grooming the mule (me, Fenway Bartholomule), tidying up in the garden, and so forth. 

FarmWife is terribly suggestible, and so I shall suggest that she stuff her pockets with carrots before getting to her outside chores. A lovely afternoon is in store for all!

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  1. LOVE THE T-SHIRT!! Is K selling these? I gotta have one for my husband!!!

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  2. I, too, REQUIRE a shirt like that... where can we get one (if we're not heading to Lake Geneva anytime soon?)?

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  3. I live very near Lake Geneva, but have no ass to sit upon. Well, except for the rather largish one betwixt my legs and back.

    I have a hunch I know which store this shirt came from, but I'd have to check for sure.

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  4. I'm so glad you guys like FarmWife's shirt! I'm not sure if they're available online—K. just picked it up as a gift—but perhaps you can twist Meaghan's arm on the matter. Meaghan, ever dreamed of going into business as an ass-shirt middleman?

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  5. My arm could certainly be twisted if I can indeed locate the shirt. Can we get any leads from the shirt-sender as to the identity of the shop? That would be most helpful - popping in and out of all the shops in Lake Geneva with the baby in tow might be a bit of an adventure.

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  6. If Meaghan can locate these shirts, I'll definitely throw some extra cash her way for her time and effort if she picks one up for me.
    Oh, and some mule kisses from my husband's longears will be sent Meaghan's way as well!!

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  7. I have a message off to the giver of the shirt, too, in hopes that she can reveal her source . . .

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