These are the"8".
We were trying to get them to pose for Christmas cards that year. It must have been 4 or 5 years ago. That white thing was our ferret, Maverick.
So this is where we get the idea of being crazy. . . .
I guess we already had a foot in when we had 8 children. The other foot fell in when one of them got sick with a terminal disease. That's enough to put anyone in a straight jacket.
But when we bought the farm, well people were used to calling us a little nutz by then.
To tell you the truth, I'm getting scared. Jason is about to cut hay. We have soooo much more than last year. We have a new bailer too, which only means the guys will bail it faster than we can unload it.
It gets pretty hairy when Wade, my 14 yr. old starts taking off his shirt to the theme music from Madagascar. You know when the zoo animals meet King Julian?? Yeah, that music. It just goes down hill from there. We all start acting loopy after awhile. Which is okay until Jason and Jake show up and wonder why we're acting drunk.
They will never understand.
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