Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
is a clean desk
Next week, the local school starts for another year and the following week is the ever popular Hardin Co Fair. Cousin Jamie's kids will be showing goats, rabbits, and chickens while living at the fair with their mom. That's right, Cousin Jamie will be staying in a pop-up camper with 4 children for the duration of the fair. Tuesday through Sunday. 6 days of fair. With 4 children ages 11 to 1.5 years of age. Of her own accord.
I knew insanity ran in the family - now there's proof!
I've got to say, Cousin Jamie has got bigger ovaries than I do to tackle such a thing. I'm pretty sure that I would never sign up for it without being on drugs. Yes, I did join Peace Corps, but I didn't have to lug the crap that kids need and there is no whining in PC. (Ok, that whole whining thing is a lie, but they are adults and can be told to suck it up, cupcake. grrrr...)