Once Upon a Time... (or last week)

A woman walked into a fancy meeting room, in the big city, to meet with some important business women who want to talk to her about writing for their very well-known publication.

She was excited because this may just mean that her writing in her silly little blog might actually lead to an actual "career" and be seen as something other than "Silly & Little".

She wore a nice looking pantsuit.
She had her hair done professionally for the first time in years.
Her make up was beautifully applied.
Her tasteful earrings matched her dainty necklace.
Her shoes matched her bag.

She walked with purpose .
She held her head up high.
She looked them straight in the eyes.
She spoke with knowledge and eloquence.
She used a firm handshake.

She left the meeting feeling confident.
She drove home and was happy.
She felt as if she had accomplished something great.
She glanced into the rear view mirror, and smiled.

She walked in the door of her homestead.
Took off her suit jacket.
Only then, to see the huge dried stripe of white and green chicken poop running down the back.

**sigh**

She should have stayed on the farm!