Yesterday morning Secret Agent Man and I were discussing our plans for the day. Genders were dividing in the household as Toots and I were going to the movies and Secret Agent Man was taking the Deerslayer, "shed hunting".
"Shed hunting", I asked. "Do we seriously need a shed here on the farm?" "And how much is that going to cost?"
I mean, for goodness sakes, we have a barn and a very large garage building. What was the man thinking?
"Most gorgeous Farmchick", (that's what he calls me), "We are looking for sheds....when the deer shed their antlers".