shut up and dance with me

goodbye to brian wilson; you can't be a california girl and not have some of the beach boys music in your bones.

and this song....

+ mister sold six dozen of our eggs at the weekly heritage center meet up this morning! he said he could have sold five more dozen if he'd had them; kid pointed out a) there were two dozen packaged and ready to go that i hadn't even noticed, and b) there was a huge container that held another two dozen+ that i apparently completely forgot about. ALAS!

while i'm pretty sure an instagram-perfect farm stand is going to happen, it's doubtful it will be this year. =\ instead, we need to just toss up a little structure of some type so people can stop, grab, and pay. i'm also thinking about paying the $200 to the state of minnesconsin so i can legally take my eggs and farm stuff off property to sell. 

i'll probably be the only one in the state who has that license. *sigh* bunch of rule breakers, this lot. (not that i have room to talk; i'm trying to figure out how to steal sand from a huge pile that's not on my property. it's on an unoccupied but owned vacant lot (of about 80 acres) — and while there's not a no trespassing sign, i don't know if i'm winsome enough to convince a judge that it was all an honest mistake. 

on the advice of my attorney, dr. gonzo, i'll probably just ASK the dude who owns it when/if i see him. pfft. like THAT would be the advice i'd get from oscar zeta acosta, esq. 

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