We arrived at the farm late and instead of going to see Big Sandy, I just queued him and his Fly-Rite Boys on Rhapsody. Rob fell asleep on his new futon that he recently bought at Walmart and I surfed the Internet and ate a Klondike bar. Yeah, the excitement of the evening still sends shivers down my spine.

I just finished vacuuming the farmhouse. Crazy, huh? Rob is outside cleaning out the gutters. Luckily we have other plans for the day as well. There’s a craft festival going on at a neighboring farm and Rob mentioned something about going to see Monta, his Taiwanese hairdresser.

Yesterday morning we found a huge log of crap on the driveway. We couldn’t figure out what animal could have produced something so huge. Deers don’t make poopies like that! It certainly wasn’t from one of the cows. Rob and I agreed it was probably a stray dog’s doing. Last night I had dreams that we were out looking for the dog that made the crap on the driveway and instead of finding a dog we found a cheetah. Rob was dressed just like the Crocodile Hunter and he had a huge butterfly net. Rob ran after the cheetah and caught him in his net. The cheetah squirmed in Rob’s arms and he told me to fetch a blanket to wrap around the cheetah. I ran into the farmhouse and down to the basement where I found the Pontani Sisters doing a dance routine. More occurred but I can’t quite remember.