You : Where were you born? In a barn ?!
Me : I wish. Because I think barns are d’bomb dot com of awesomeness.
I also think barns are waaaay too pretty for hay.
So what did I do?
I emptied the barn. Stripped it. Right down to it’s knickers.
Then stood back and waited for the ah-ha moment of complete and utter bliss. The feeling of naked barn nothingness.
Ahhhhh…..
Now that’s how I think a barn should be.
Exhale.