TheObiBlog

That's how things looked this morning.

There are many stories about city folk just deciding one day that they want to be like country folk. So they start writing out checks like mad, and end up in debt with a couple of hungry, expensive, time consuming lawn ornaments that nobody wants to think about, a ton of really expensive stuff they don't know how to use, and their kids are still brats.

There's money to be made taking bets on whether this will be our fate. (All except that last part, because the brat gene seems to only be present in one of our kids, and we're not yet sure how dominant it is.)

Pity none of you dang Marminz gamble. I'd be willing to give 2:1 odds on it working out.