Honey, I love ya but give me Park Avenue
Green acres is the place for me, Farm livin’ is the life for me! So a couple of years ago my sister and I inherited a little money from my dad and she and her husband went in with some friends and built a house in Mexico a half block from the beach. We just bought an alfalfa field outside of Duchesne. My husband is over the moon. I’m available, on this side of the moon, but still happy for him. After all, he’s given me thirty years of paychecks with nary a boo, so it’s his turn. And I knew when I married him he was a workaholic. I kind of like that he’s that way, it keeps him busy and out of my hair. This is going to mean spending summer Saturdays for the rest of my life up in Salt Lake shopping with my daughter, not the worst news I’ve ever had. But man! Do I ever envy him his joy in this field! Today, by a fluke, he was home for lunch and so I made him sausage and eggs and toast, a favorite, and as he was mopping up his plate I said, “You happy?” Meaning...