The Barn by Ralph Hagen for February 09, 2020

The snow ain’t the only thing gettin’ deeper!

I’d go for Caifornia Dreaming on such a winter day.

Not bad sheep. Why it had to snow, I don’t know, they wouldn’t say.

You have to love Rory. If he doesn’t know the words he just makes them up. Pretty good too.

Scrambled eggs. How I wish I’d had them boiled or fried. Now I wish I hadn’t even tried. Oh, how I hate those scrambled eggs…

If I could walk this way I wouldn’t need the talcum powder! (Older than Sir Paul, that one!)

I don’t know, Rory. Yesterday you got slammed by a hockey puck.

Leprosy, all my skin is falling off of me, kiss me quick there goes my upper lip, oh I believe in leprosy.

You just made Weird Al proud!