Some day, when I feel a bit less like the Sorry Stricken (that's Austen for Zombie), I'll tell you a bit more about our trip to The STL (as someone recently dubbed St.Louis....to be said in the same way you would call Atlanta "The ATL"). But for now, you'll have to find contentment in this tidbit of information: B.B. will be having surgery in the next 4-6 weeks to repair his hernia & retractile testicles. Fun for him. Poor baby.

And on March third, Memoirs of a FarmWife will be over run by hordes of the literary undead via our old friends at Quirk Classics. Tune in.