Posted on 10/14/2012 2:59:02 PM PDT by TheMom
LOL...now that there is funny! ‘Scratchin, spittin, and shootin.’ LOL!!
Consider the deer.
We need acreage to support them.
Thus the 70/30 breakdown.
In fact 80/20 might be more appropriate now that I think about it.
Just joshin you! Just let me grow a little lavender and sunflowers on about 20 acres and I’ll dispense with the nail salons...lol. I could grow all the food on about 30 more acres and you guys bring in the kill. Sound fair? That would be heaven in my book...lol.
Deal!
Although growin’ stuff out in Brewster or Menard Counties might be a challenge.
We’ll outfit one of the bulldozers with a plow and y’all can push the bigger rocks into a ditch.
Gotta check that erosion, don’tchaknow! ;-)
We can build raised planting areas with all those rocks and bring in good dirt. Add a little water from a well and we are in business!
Progress: On the way home, he said “I can see why you like those FReepers so much now. They’re neat people.”
‘bout fell outta that big @ss truck. Coulda been the beer though - not real sure. Heh.
Sounds like a plan.
Just leave our deer range free of nail salons and potpourri shops.
Deer HATE potpourri.
Count me in. That’s a plan.
The guys and BT. Shopping - yech!
Yeah, yeah. I know ... nobody likes me. Story of my life.
Everybody liked your hubby too! He is a cutie to boot...lol!! You make a handsome pair!
LOL
Maybe I can make it again, have to see how things work out.
I go to Bermuda the next weekend.
LOL...of course he is correct on the matter.
That was a given...know ya well enough!
Have a fun vacation.
Let us know if you are able to make the shoot.
“Dont make us send Humblegunner up ta hijack yer arse!”
Wait, what... and leave FR unprotected from blog pirates?
We can get there in the urban escape vehicle, and we’re prepared to sleep on the ground, and eat mre’s... but there’s gotta be some sort of, well, at least the illusion of donuts and coffee. Old habits, and all... just figuring which boys to bring... Jim has only met one. Maybe we can kick that up.
I think we can scrounge some of that up...
Mom, I can’t tell you how much we want to come down to visit. I owe yer man an adornment for his Stetson, a lemon for Gunner, and a hug for you. If I can fit it in my management’s imagination of my schedule, we’ll get there this year. Texas Cowboy was a trusted friend of mine, though I didn’t meet El Roy in person. I’ve got stories to share.
And, comma, I’ve got goat recipies.
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