Last year I decided Devin and I would be City Mouse, Country Mouse on account of the perfect suitability of that description. Sadly. I wish I could claim country-mouse status, but the truth is that I learned to feed chickens from Beauty and the Beast, and once I packed a bag of long summer dresses for a visit to Devin’s family farm. I thought it would be so romantic, wearing flowing dresses that undulated in the wind just like all those stalks of corn… Devin’s mom took one look at me and declared, ‘You’ll have to be extra careful about the ticks.’
What were you?