The Informal Matriarchs

posted by Jennie C.

My Dog's Farm

I’m WAY too busy to blog.  I’m playing FarmVille.  Serious addiction.  Serious.

I made my doggy a FaceBook profile because I needed more neighbours.  This is a picture of her farm.  Cute, eh?  She’s collecting bunnies.  Chickens are good too.

In the real city I live in, there’s this ramshackled old farm right in the middle of a residential neighbourhood.  It’s been there forever.  When we get a downpour, manure runs into the streets.  Aside from the manure river (which doesn’t really affect me), I love this farm.  I love watching the cows walk by on their way to be milked or fed or whatever it is there up to.  I love the barn that could fall down any minute.  I love the idea of a li’l old lady digging her heels in and refusing to sell her land, dang-nab-it-all.

The Real Farm

When I drove by the real farm today (holding my breath because the street barely squeezes past it), I started to see it divided up into a grid and I wanted to click on some of those cows and move them.  Serious addiction.

OK, times up.  Crops to harvest…

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P.S. And if you don’t know what FarmVille is, I really and truly don’t care.  OK, I care enough to give you this here link.