I finished the magazine today. Flossie's off being beautified, which means it’s already in much better nick than it’s author.
Truth be told, I’ve not only been neglecting my appearance. Emails remain unanswered. Tumbleweeds roll through the blog. The summit of Mount Washmore seems further away than ever before. Candy remains uncrushed. Carrie remains locked in the nuthouse.
Ever wonder how a farmer with zero training and the cheapest DSLR available takes photos for a magazine?
On the floor. In the dining room. Next to the window. On a bedsheet.
Finishing the magazine coincides with the end of the period in which one would reasonably expect their daughter to expel the decorative stone she swallowed at kindy. So I’ll be taking a break from proof-reading to talk poo with the Doctor tomorrow morning.
The silver lining to having finished the December/January edition is we’re enjoying Christmas baking in November and Bearhands can go back to eating things in the kitchen without checking with me first.
how have you been?
do you watch Homeland?