Late yesterday I had to run to the Mt. Airy farm for hay. When I got there, our farm hand decided he "didn't feel like loading the hay" and left. (May be looking for a job, soon! :) ). I loaded it myself. All 22 bales. That is all my little truck will hold even when it is stacked three rows high.
When I got home, after dark, the Mister was here.
"Who helped you?" he asked.
"I did it myself. C didn't 'feel like it,'" I responded.
After he unloaded four bales for this morning's feeding, with a promise to finish tonight, he remarked, "some of them were pretty stout. How'd you do it?"
"I prayed and pushed," I giggled.
I think he has a new respect for me! And, I think I learned a life lesson -- pray and push no matter how hard!
What are you doing today? Any baking going on?? I smell sugar cookies from someplace.....