By Confessions of a Farm Wife on May 05, 2014
So, it's 6:15. Josie is at her first softball practice with Joe, who was fresh (and by fresh I mean, not fresh, but dusty from loading seed, working with cattle, etc., etc.), and the rest of the kids and I have just finished dinner.6:15, and we're finished? Why, Emily, you must be some sort of galloping gourmet! . . .