Farm Livin' is the Life For Me!

I'm pretty lucky in that I have a good-sized lot out in the far suburbs. Before moving out here we lived in an apartment with two screaming babies on one side of us, and two screaming Romanians on the other. Before having a child of our own, it would amaze me as to how much noise could come out of such a tiny little baby. As for the Romanians, they always felt compelled to take their domestic disputes out into the open, weather permitting, so they could really let fly at the top of their lungs. After that, having my nearest neighbor a quarter-mile away seemed just about right.

However, there's a downside to living out on the Booderosa, with the main things being...

- It takes me four hours to mow my grass, which I'll be doing as soon as I finish this post.

- My well water tastes like ass.

- Septic systems can be cranky when not working properly, and when the fountain of filth appears in the shower, I get tagged for shit scrubbing detail, because my wife can't stand the smell. I can't stand it either, but evidently I can stand it just enough to get the job done.

The grass awaits.