Unfortunately, this is the typical situation of feet (mine at least) at our farm.
You see, a flooded field by an ignorant neighbor + crocs + chore time always equals this.
Luckily there's such thing as washing.
Ahh. . .
But a few hours later. . . .
Oh well. I guess that's farm life for ya.
Not to say that my brothers really care about the mud. :)
1 comment:
yes i loved the book and we missed you and your mom! i hope you had fun at girl's camp!
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