Moving from Los Angeles to a small, rural town in Oklahoma has proven to be an interesting experience for my family and me.
Did I ever tell you about our first year harvest story when we lived on the edge of a soybean field in North Carolina? Think mice (a lot of mice) and toasters (and a reluctance to spread bad news very early in the morning).Road pizza is a far prettier picture.
Ahh yes, the toasted mouse with butter and singed hair. Power breakfast for the hard stomached farm hand.I recall the anecdote, but I don't recall if you ever told S about it.What ever happened to that toaster?
It was disposed of in short order.
Such a waste of what was, other than one toasted varmit, a relatively new home appliance.
Now that you've been through a couple of them, are they any better or worse? I hate harvest. HATE it. My friend that runs an implement dealership has to leave for a week of heavy beer drinking every year after to recuperate from the sheer idiocy of it all.
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