tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060248080806532865.post3057814967409392138..comments2023-06-07T12:30:25.588-04:00Comments on I am Boyfriend: Poke, Lather Rinse RepeatBifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07648037666735227722noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060248080806532865.post-77868457715075566602011-12-04T19:39:30.953-05:002011-12-04T19:39:30.953-05:00Well, the world needs cookie farmers.
She says t...Well, the world needs cookie farmers. <br /><br />She says that she did sort of spend time on a farm when she was little. Her father owned one with his brothers, but none of them actually lived on the property. Her grand-mare did, though. So Mother's bottle fed calves and picked apples and berries and cherries and squirmed at wormy corn and watered animals in the broiling heat and blahblahblah.<br /><br />I wonder if she has enough land to make a go of being a cookie farmer... hmmm...Bifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07648037666735227722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060248080806532865.post-24642563006726898292011-12-04T17:59:36.306-05:002011-12-04T17:59:36.306-05:00I sense that "cookie" was your favourite...I sense that "cookie" was your favourite part BIF. Is that right ? Secretly, I think mother has a bit of farming in her blood.... :)Jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09092424684260339977noreply@blogger.com