WHAT I BROUGHT HOME AND WHAT I DIDN'T

Meanwhile back at the feed store to get new garden gloves,

 and seeds that were calling, “buy meeeee!

  This time I PROMISE to grow so big and covered with vegetables!”

Yes, there were bunnies this time.  So soft, so fuzzy, so cute.

 So needy, so high maintenance.  After raising five kids I think I’ve learned my lesson

 about bringing home things that poop, pee and need to be fed.  

Yes, I love my family, and that includes Thomas The Cat. 

Diapers and pet doo doo—not so much.

 Other things at the store that were endearing and charming:

Tiny tractors from John Deere to Ford.

 Cows, bulls, calves---

 Ponies—

 Pigs—

 Lambs and llamas. 

These critters don’t leave excrement, don’t even stink 

and never need to go to the vet or be fed anything but imagination.  

Except for the need to herd them back to the shelves after kid visits 

so they don’t attack my bare feet, they are very well house broken.