Um, you gals are all killing me with the bar jokes, but I'm seriously out in the middle of the sticks - well, okay, they are actually wheat stalks right now, or whatever the things wheat grows upon are called. I just know now that the wheat has been cut they are long, sharp pointy sticks that really hurt when your horses get out and you have to run through them to chase them down and bring them home. They will go right through a pair of jeans.
anyway, I think the nearest bar is fifteen miles away, so I'll have to give her a beer here at the house. I could meet her at the park, but all the kids in town know me and they'd want to sit and listen to every word. And the dogs all know me from being in the 4H dog project, so they'd all crowd around for petting and at least one would probably raise his leg on the reporter's shoe or something.
And I'll probably keep my granddaughter after her swimming lesson today so my house is going to be upside down.
but I'll get through it. No sweat. You've all made me laugh and realize it isn't going to be that big a deal.