The Farm Manager reads this blog. I think she's waiting for me to incriminate myself beyond the point of redemption.
Fat chance! Overall, life with the FM is pretty cozy, and I'm savvy enough to appreciate it.
So I guess she was catching up, and she clicked on the link I'd put in a post about Sleepy Joe a few days ago.
A few minutes in, she proclaims; "that's what you talk like when you smoke pot. You meander along for ten minutes and then you can't remember what you were talking about."
Hmm...
When the leader of the free world sounds like the pot-addled hillbilly from Bruce County, you'd best have a plan B.
Or a plan K.
Are you ready, Kamala?
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