picked up a new pair of oshkosh bibs over the weekend for working around the farm. if i'm feeling frisky, i can just unhook one of the straps.
add a straw hat, and mrs. sec is ready to bump uglies.
"Mr. seclark. Wrong for gravy, wrong for jelly, wrong for biscuits."
"If every Planeteer who was disliked by another Planeteer stopped being a Planeteer we wouldn't have any Planeteers."