I’m alive, folks. Really I survived.
I made it through another busy week of school. And my tests were easy-as-pie.
I booked three photo sessions yesterday.
I booked two more today. When it rains, it really pours, right? I was forcing people to pose for portraits two months ago. I was doubting myself, doubting my ability, and doubting my dream. Now, I’ve got too much work.
Corn harvest is started. Come Monday morning, I will be a true-blue real life farm hand.
(But I won’t be wearing overalls, folks. I have my standards.)
Hallelujah, I think…
Actually, I’m really worried about this. See, I’ve never really drove a tractor by myself… much less with my future in-laws all around. They take their work very seriously. What if I run over a cow or something?!? Colby started driving the grain cart at the age of seven… Am I really expected to live up to that God given talent?
I think I’m in trouble.
And I know I’m going to have to use the bathroom sometime during the fourteen hour workday. How exactly is that going to work?!
Don’t mind me Future-Father-In-Law, I’ll just be over their squatting by the fence…
Pray for me!
In other news, there is a cake cooling in my kitchen.