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Well, I've been asked to clarify my last post, so I thought a little back story would be in order. A couple of days ago (out of nowhere) the weather turned gorgeous. Really, I'm talking high of 48, but that is WAY better than what we've been experiencing! So, we decided to take Anna out and let her "help" Daddy on the tractor while I took pictures of a different tractor that they are hoping to sell online (never thought this what how I'd use my photography skills). As you can imagine, nice warm weather means quickly melting snow and LOTS of mud. When I got home, I looked down and noticed that the bottoms of my jeans were all muddy. Now, Ty's jeans look like this all the time, but if you know me, you know dirt isn't really my thing. I looked upon it as sort of a weird initiation into the crazy cow world I'm all mixed up in. Oh, and I thought of a brand new installment for my blog called: You know you live in a small town when... Hope you like it.

You know you live in a small town when you go to the library and find the door unlocked, no one there, and a note that says, "Gone to conference. Please write your name and which books you take on the sheet. Thanks!"