6/18/2017

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This morning I was sitting on my barn chair, waiting for the lambs to finish eating. Georgia was scratching around on the floor near my chair. I farted. Georgia froze, mid-scratch. Her head shot up and she whipped around to stare at me. Her face looked so shocked and disapproving! If she had lips I know they would have been pursed. And she kept staring at me. I laughed out loud. She stared even harder, looking even more reproving. The more critically she looked at me the more I laughed. Reminded me of the judgemental old ladies with their puckered up, chastising faces who used to give us kids the evil eye in church all the time.