The rumors are true, I turned 32 today.
Which basically means I’m in the hot stage of life(thank you butter), but not too hot that I’m a skank or anything.
Speaking of skanks, I want a cow!
Not a skanky cow, just a regular one…but still a cow!
I have FINALLY convinced my husband (with a power point presentation and all) that the last thing this farm needs is a real cow.
(Between you and me, this isn’t the last thing I want. I also want some rabbits and maybe one of those crazy peacocks that chase you.)
But he doesn’t need to know that.
When I promise him that this is the very berry werry last animal, I’ll smile nicely but be crossing my fingers behind my back.
He won’t notice anything, buy you guys will know.
Okay, so do you wanna make my birthday fantastico? Do you want me to love you forever and ever?!
Just don’t tell Kevin about that peacock yet…I’m still working on that powerpoint.