I am a real farmer because I can drive the farm truck..
with no makeup and smiling away...
pulling a full wagon of hay.
Were I had to give up the reins and let Josh pull it into the barn we were selling it to so that I would not crash.
You have to know when to hold 'em.
Emma was very helpful. She worked like a dog.
It was almost 100 degrees.
So did the two farm boys we hired to help up.
We are not crazy enough to unload 170 bales by ourselves.
Ok - maybe that still doesn't make me a real farmer. My real farmer neighbors might have a stroke if they heard me say that.