Awwwwww...
Welp, chickens are fed, horses and cows are fed, wimped out and let the calves do the milking for me, and now it's time to get some breakfast and then go to "town." "Town" is 100 miles away, so it's an all-day trip there and back. We're going to get a new stove because the old one seems to have sprung a leak somewhere. When I was making bread yesterday the entire house stank of raw propane, and the stove didn't get up to the proper temp. I'm sick of soggy, saggy bread and a stinky house, so we have to bite the bullet and get a new stove. The only problem is, I hate going shopping, and more than that, I hate going to town!
It's so quiet out here, it's good for my jangly nerves, and all those people in town make me start to twitch. But, it has to be done, and I have to go whether I like it or not. I'm not trusting Rich to pick out the stove I would have picked for myself. Sorry, but it's a "gurl thing."