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~200 bales of mulch hay. All. By. My. Self. (raked, baled and in the wagons with the attendant maintenance.) I have replaced my emotional angst of this morning with physical exhaustion and filth. The baler didn't miss a knot, and the kicker only fouled once. I did miss the wagon three times, thus proving that I can still toss a 40lb bale of hay like a basketball into the wagon, the front of which is well over my head.
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Date: 2007-08-19 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 11:24 pm (UTC)2)what have I explicitly done that fits the definition?
(and now I'm drunk on top of filthy, sore and tired, cause my lovely husband brought me a strongbow upon returning from his overnight drunken revelry on boats with this buddies)
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Date: 2007-08-19 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 11:28 pm (UTC)2) you baled two hundred forty-pound bales of hay all by yourself.
(my wrists are still limited to officially not lifting over fifteen pounds. bah :/ )
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Date: 2007-08-20 03:58 am (UTC)