Yum-I can almost smell the meat on the barbee-if that is slavery, it is news to me. I was brought up on a small ranch-big family though-if you didn’t hear the yell for dinner at about 6, get to the house, wash up and sit down at the table you would likely go hungry, never mind hearing all the juicy gossip.
Fresh, homegrown food, too-no processed crap-I continued the tradition in my own home with my own kid and husband-still do it for myself, so does every woman out here that I know-we work at jobs, too, too-what a weak sister who can’t handle managing her household, ‘burb or boonies, job or no job...
You probably are not too far from here... 6 you say?
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