As for the "tidbits" in today's blogpost?
What does it mean when you are carrying heavy buckets of water, trying to skate your way to the animals, and you suddenly write a poem in your head?
"Goin' to the barn
Ain't so much fun.
Especially when you slip and fall
And land on your bum.
I have a cut on my finger
And a blister on my hand
However the wood is all restocked
So now I can barely stand."
Crazy I say, just crazy. Hubby got a good laugh. I might even pursue this poem later, ha ha! It may have some potential. And yes I used the work "ain't. Why not? I was already losing it.