Unlike sane people, Chris and I have a crazy love for little burros. We believe the world’s problems are being solved behind those blank stares and if there were only a way for us to tap into their thoughts humanity would finally find the keys to peace and brotherly love. I’m serious, we LOVE donkeys, we take photos of donkeys, we purchase artwork with donkeys in it, we even have dreams for a little burro on our own little farm! YEA DONKEYS!!!!
Two weeks ago I read an advertisement for “Haulin’ Ass”…
I think most of you (all 3 of you) know that Chris and I are beekeepers. I like to fuss that this is actually Chris’ hobby yet I’m the one stuck wrangling 300,000 feisty Italians because he ended up working a long show instead of attending the beekeeping classes (insert breath to accommodate poor sentence construction) but in all honesty I LOVE being the queen bee of our little “ranch” (cracking the whip and making them produce MORE honey… I’m like Cruella DeVille except my coat is made of bee wings!) and I’m tickled to death with my latest role as the local “BEE LADY!!!!!” when it comes to frantic calls about swarms forming in the middle of backyard BBQ’s. The way people react to my cowboy boots and cardboard box when they’re expecting a frazzled ex-hippy in a hazmat suit with a butterfly net is pretty funny. I’m sure we’ll be catching a few swarms this summer so I’ll keep you posted on the fun.