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magickedteacup reblogged your video and added:
Your voice is adorable??!? If I ever need…
Ha ha ha thanks! I actually have the World’s Shrillest Laugh though.
What I was talking about in the video, though– so our last night at the farm, they had a midsummer bonfire, and it was all Farm Brother-in-Law’s idea, he really wanted to burn this pile of old stuff that he’d been collecting, and Farm Sister was like dude it has not rained in weeks, this is a bad plan, also logistics, and so she wound up having to come up with a lot of logistical things– his innovation was to set up their camper-trailer thing up in the area with the burn pile so that the kiddo could go to bed and my sister could stay at the party, and that was great and all but it just meant a lot of packing and preparing and whatever.
And then he lit the pile on fire, and exactly as expected, the fire immediately began to spread, like, a lot, and towards things like, you know, a big old truck parked up there that can’t be moved, and so on. (Hence Aaron, the farm manager’s, nugget of earthy wisdom: you don’t want hot dogs cooked over a tire fire.)
So Farm B-I-L had to run down the hill and come back with a tractor to dig a trench to keep the fire from spreading, and Aaron also ran down the hill and came back with the pickup truck with the water tanks and the pump on it, which I had argued for before any ignition actually happened, but you know. Whatever.
It was really funny. So, later, when everything was calm (and we’d constructed an embankment to lie behind so we could poke hot dog forks over the top of it to grill the hot dogs, because the fire was so goddamn hot you couldn’t get near it– so we literally made a wall to crouch behind so we could cook, I’m not even kidding; hey we had a tractor with a bucket on the front, what else do you want us to do? of course we’re constructing earthworks), I was trying to video the fireflies, and Farm Sister said, “this is one of those times when you have to use those three-word phrases”, and she was saying some nonsense about instead of saying “I told you so” you just say “I love you”, and I corrected her. Because it’s four words, Ann. I told you so is four words.
Farm B-I-L admitted that she was right, though. She usually is.
Turns out the tiny child LOVES sleeping in the camper, though. So more of that might happen.
magickedteacup reblogged your video and added:
Your voice is adorable??!? If I ever need…
Ha ha ha thanks! I actually have the World’s Shrillest Laugh though.
What I was talking about in the video, though– so our last night at the farm, they had a midsummer bonfire, and it was all Farm Brother-in-Law’s idea, he really wanted to burn this pile of old stuff that he’d been collecting, and Farm Sister was like dude it has not rained in weeks, this is a bad plan, also logistics, and so she wound up having to come up with a lot of logistical things– his innovation was to set up their camper-trailer thing up in the area with the burn pile so that the kiddo could go to bed and my sister could stay at the party, and that was great and all but it just meant a lot of packing and preparing and whatever.
And then he lit the pile on fire, and exactly as expected, the fire immediately began to spread, like, a lot, and towards things like, you know, a big old truck parked up there that can’t be moved, and so on. (Hence Aaron, the farm manager’s, nugget of earthy wisdom: you don’t want hot dogs cooked over a tire fire.)
So Farm B-I-L had to run down the hill and come back with a tractor to dig a trench to keep the fire from spreading, and Aaron also ran down the hill and came back with the pickup truck with the water tanks and the pump on it, which I had argued for before any ignition actually happened, but you know. Whatever.
It was really funny. So, later, when everything was calm (and we’d constructed an embankment to lie behind so we could poke hot dog forks over the top of it to grill the hot dogs, because the fire was so goddamn hot you couldn’t get near it– so we literally made a wall to crouch behind so we could cook, I’m not even kidding; hey we had a tractor with a bucket on the front, what else do you want us to do? of course we’re constructing earthworks), I was trying to video the fireflies, and Farm Sister said, “this is one of those times when you have to use those three-word phrases”, and she was saying some nonsense about instead of saying “I told you so” you just say “I love you”, and I corrected her. Because it’s four words, Ann. I told you so is four words.
Farm B-I-L admitted that she was right, though. She usually is.
Turns out the tiny child LOVES sleeping in the camper, though. So more of that might happen.
