So that I may earn some of Aunty's respect, I'm a former farmer, too. High school FFA president. I had six dairy cows, hand milked morning and night, seven days a week, sold cream to Lewis/Pacific Dairymen's Assoc. as a teenager. Consquently had all too little time for staying out late and getting in as much trouble as I would have preferred. Exhibited animals at the County fairs in the summer. Those were fun times, sleeping in the hay lofts of the exhibition barns. I had a thing for the girls from the McMonagle farm out by Yelm, but their dad was mean as a Holstien bull, but fortunately not as big.

Yeah, talk about a grip. I think my forearms were twice as big as my biceps. Oh god, I'm visualizing Popeye here.