Choose-Your-Own-Adventure result
You walk out to the barn on a crisp fall morning, a little before dawn. Your decision made, you feel a weight lifting, knowing that this will be the last time you'll be hand milking for a good long time. After this, your wrists can recover and life can resume its usual crazy course.
As you enter the darkened barn, you are eaten by a grue. Your cow dies of dysentery.
THE END
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posted by e4 @ 9/25/2008 06:42:00 PM
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Are you serious!!! How awful. I'm so sorry for you. :(
No, I'm not serious. Sorry I didn't mean to trick anyone. It was a reference to a couple of old computer games.
For what it's worth, I still don't know what we're doing...
e4,
I blame you for the coffee on my computer screen, even if it was me who was drinking while blogging.
Your blog serves as sort of a cautionary tale to someone with homesteading aspirations. It isn't easy and you have a lot going on. I would give your self a break with the cow and see what happens in the spring. Best of luck with your daughter and the 4 million other things you have going on....
What -- no saving throw?
Seriously, have you decided what to do yet.
Got the style down nicely, you did.
MEA
Sorry about your computer screen Anon. You did read the disclaimer about my not being responsible for such things, right? I know it's around here somewhere.
MEA - I have not decided what to do yet. I am frozen with indecision, because none of the options are very good.
Instead, I'm trying a new milking technique to see if that helps at all.
I thought everyone was dying of cholera.
And guessing you were riffing on The Oregon Trail, one of my favorite games in the entire world. I felt bad after the first time when I blasted every living thing in sight because I was hungry, and then discovered that I could only carry 200lbs back and the rest of the meat went to waste. That was sooooo sad.
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