Posted by Suzanne McMinn @ 7:19 am | Permalink
Farm, My Precious Darlings
“Look at me! I’m the queen!”
“I want to walk around the walls. Why can’t I walk around the walls? You are SO over-protective since that time I broke my arm! Oh, wait, never mind, there’s–”
“A DIRT PILE!!!!!”
“Peace.”
You all are going to get tired of hearing about this house, aren’t you? 
