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clearly i didn’t go to sleep
i just thought of another amazingly hilarious Farm Baby-ism
she was in the bathroom washing her hands with her mother. the downstairs bathroom is actually, ok, the layout is really strange, how to explain it. The main house (1825) has a second, smaller, older house (1789) sort of literally tacked onto it, and the corridor between them is a pair of rooms: the smallest part of the kitchen, with the sink and fridge, and the laundry room/downstairs bathroom.
So yeah, the hallway has a toilet in it so sometimes you have to shut both doors of the hallway so you can pee. Or take a shower– it’s the house’s only bathtub. (There’s a shower stall upstairs in the tiniest bathroom in the world.)
The farm manager lives in the little 1789 house (my sister’s family lived in it last year, which was exciting, two adults and a baby in a two-room house with no insulation); the only bathroom is the corridor one.
Mostly it works fine. It was more awkward last year, when the old owners still lived in the big house and shit was weird and tense (buying the farm involved a lot of awkward negotiations and the such, nobody likes that, it makes everything ugly), but everyone in this group likes each other, and the farm manager is a kind of semi-roommate at this point and they all pal around a lot and it’s very sweet. Last piece of background: farm manager’s name is Aaron.
Farm Baby, washing her hands, goes to dry them on the hand towel, complains to her mother, “This towel is all Aarony! I want a clean one!”
As a side note, it’s highly unlikely that the towel was significantly dirty, but it was probably damp, because the work crew all washes their hands in there for lunch.
clearly i didn’t go to sleep
i just thought of another amazingly hilarious Farm Baby-ism
she was in the bathroom washing her hands with her mother. the downstairs bathroom is actually, ok, the layout is really strange, how to explain it. The main house (1825) has a second, smaller, older house (1789) sort of literally tacked onto it, and the corridor between them is a pair of rooms: the smallest part of the kitchen, with the sink and fridge, and the laundry room/downstairs bathroom.
So yeah, the hallway has a toilet in it so sometimes you have to shut both doors of the hallway so you can pee. Or take a shower– it’s the house’s only bathtub. (There’s a shower stall upstairs in the tiniest bathroom in the world.)
The farm manager lives in the little 1789 house (my sister’s family lived in it last year, which was exciting, two adults and a baby in a two-room house with no insulation); the only bathroom is the corridor one.
Mostly it works fine. It was more awkward last year, when the old owners still lived in the big house and shit was weird and tense (buying the farm involved a lot of awkward negotiations and the such, nobody likes that, it makes everything ugly), but everyone in this group likes each other, and the farm manager is a kind of semi-roommate at this point and they all pal around a lot and it’s very sweet. Last piece of background: farm manager’s name is Aaron.
Farm Baby, washing her hands, goes to dry them on the hand towel, complains to her mother, “This towel is all Aarony! I want a clean one!”
As a side note, it’s highly unlikely that the towel was significantly dirty, but it was probably damp, because the work crew all washes their hands in there for lunch.
