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Alas, we are having a dull morning here. No carcasses on the patio, no death and destruction right before our very eyes. No snakes. Or baby birds… Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about the fledgling Mockingbird that Fiona caught the other day. I rescued it from her jaws on the back porch and it flew right through the living room and out the front door. I’m just waiting for the day that a turkey comes sauntering in, picks up the remote and starts flipping through the channels. Though actually, I would rather have one of the owls that live around here come in for a cuppa. Owls are beautiful. Turkeys are… well ….. Turkeys.
In other news….
I have decided to grab my FarmTown addiction firmly by the throat and take a farmer’s holiday from its digital tyranny. I harvested all my crops, sold them, and buttoned things up. I could pretend it’s winter! That’s it. It’s winter in FarmTown. . .
Think it will work?
(I seriously doubt it.)
I WANT TO PLAY FARMTOWN RIGHT NOW!
IT’S NOT WINTER IN FARMTOWN!
(See what I mean?)
You forget, my dear ( ), who is really in charge around here.
(Is that so? Who’s the one having conversations with her literary devices about a farm that only exists between the vibrating electrical synapses of a computer’s exquisitely vulnerable hard drive?)
It’s WINTER in FarmTown I tell you.
(Sure thing Cupcake. Sure thing. I’ll get out my mukluks, just for you….)
July 7, 2010 by 5 Comments