Still no home computer.
My miserable Little House On The Prairie life continues, unabated.
Hence a photo of me with a bonnet perched on my head, churning butter with a pal. Later, we'll get water from the well with a wooden bucket. Then we'll light the kerosene lamp and Pa will play his fiddle.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. I have no idea who these kids are.
Life is bleak and lonely out here on the Prairie.
2 comments:
Charming prairie hell. Hope you are surviving the fiddle playing.
Prairie hell is a nightmare--I'm thinking of shoving Pa's fiddle right up his ass.
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