FarmWife has hardly ridden me at all this week, and do you know why? She is busy making sick amounts of money! Money for things like gravel, hay, rain sheets, and maybe someday a replacement for the poor old Volvo hay mother.
FarmWife is …
The chicken lady
You guys might remember my friend the chicken lady, who used to live on a sheep- and fowl-infested parcel here in Wickersham but who now lives in a delicious, if arid, wildflower meadow. Well, if you don't remember her you can just use…
Rub-a-dub-dub
I had the very first bath of my life today. Now, FarmWife had been promising all summer to trailer me over to our local posh eventing barn, where she's got an open invitation to use the wash rack, but now her trailer has gone and brok…
round foods-report on last weeks baking
The donuts—eh, I dunno. I kind of like the sickly sweet, deep-fried variety one gets at the donut shop. This low-fat, wholesome alternative just isn't the same. The bagels—awesome. I will make them again (and again and again and again).…
Oh, FarmWife!
That gravel you talked about buying me? Yeah. Um . . . there's no time like the present. Not to be grabby, but the rainy season around here tends to be . . . well, rainy. Mud abatement is best done before there's a whole lot of m…
Aborted bray
FarmWife's oldest human child is getting terribly tall. She's almost FarmWife-like in her appearance, so much so that I saw her coming tonight and screamed "FaaaaaaarmWi—oh. Nevermind." My aborted bray, transcribed in Mu…
Clarifying a point
Just so there's no confusion, let me restate a point: I am FarmWife's Best and Only mule. I am her one true love (except for her husband, who is her other one true love, and maybe the chihuahua). I am adored.
Yes, she goes off and…
The underlying truth
FarmWife once fell under the sway of an evil rhododendron bush. I will tell you what happened: she took me close to the bush, and the bush hypnotized her and compelled her to do something evil. It compelled her to open my mouth and, using…
For Sale
For sale: two baby goats. Very cute. Very loud. Very rascally.
These baby goats managed to go through a fence that had been holding me, Fenway Bartholomule, for nigh on three years. A fence that has held in Jasper Jules (all 200 pounds of…
A happy day
I am joyful—not only do I have donuts and bagels rising in the kitchen downstairs, a beautiful child playing at my feet, a handsome mule standing outside my window, and a glossy canine sleeping in my lap, but I've got all this and a re…
Yellow hair story
Oh, yellow and white and black hair—and lots of it! FarmWife, whose mule trailer is broken, went away for a day. When she came back she had this—photographic evidence of her date with a muppet. "You couldn't have come," she …
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