Give us a break, again...

My husband is amazing. When we researched driving out to Virginia, we discovered that given the time restraints and the faulty transmission on our family van, we would have to rent a vehicle. As it turns out, renting a van large enough for our family and paying for hotels along the way was more expensive than renting an RV and "camping." Andy took to driving that beast like a pro. We had absolutely no problems.

Driving, that is. Negotiating the stairs is another matter. He broke his foot the second day out when he stepped down before the automatically extending stairs were done moving. His foot is still a lovely shade of swollen purple and brown, but the doctor has pronounced him "broken and sprained" and clear of the threat of pins and other surgical options. Huzzah!

But wouldn't you know it, yesterday we got the kids all ready for a family portrait and my son tipped a chair over on top of my foot. Mine's not broken, I don't think, but it is a lovely shade of brown, purple, and green. No heels for me for a few weeks. Even flip flops are out.

What a winning team we are. We thought we'd be good to go on a three legged race, at the very least, but we fell over before we even got the shoelaces tied.

My weirdo sense of humor has fully kicked in, though. I show the man my little bruise (by comparison) and say, "Gosh, honey, my foot hurts. See my little foot?"

It only hurts when he rolls his eyes...

Milking at sub-Zero...

...has decided the issue: I don't like milk. At least not frozen milk. At least not after my hand froze to the splash of milk on the handle when I picked up the milk bucket without a glove. I guess that was my own fault really. Trying to rush the job before numbness set in.

It was cold enough that one of the eggs I collected froze in my pocket even with the hand warmers in there. Oh and by freezing I specifically mean it partially froze. You know, just enough to burst the shell and release a slurry-like yolky substance that still needs to thaw. I didn't mean to imply it was frozen solid. That would be exaggerating.

Still, sub-zero milking has some advantages. When else do you have the excuse to wear all your clothes at once? Yea, baby!

I've even got my jammies on under there!

Givin' a shout-out to all my fashionista farmer mommas out there!
Whoot whoot!