I don't think I'm meant to be a Facebook Farmer. I barely have enough food to feed my lonely horse. He actually looks like a fly or mosquito over there. I think the little yellow blob is supposed to be me.Lets see how a true Facebook Farmer represents....
Wow Mom, look at you go! It's an entire community. I think Dad's hiding in the barn. I'm probably taking a nap under that canopy thing. We've probably banished Mom to the opposite corner of the property. There's animals and crops galore. I think this could be a possible profession my lil' ol' Mommy dearest.If one were to compare our farms, we may find that we're not actually even related. I can't believe I had to figure that out from Facebook.
You, my child, are a total brat! See if I share my Llamas with you!
ReplyDeleteHaha!! You always were the Dr. Dolittle. That poor horse, make sure you feed it!
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