Leaving a farm after the 11th hour tonight, Meg and I were both tired, hungry, and mentally wiped out. I smelled like a nice blend of urine, manure, decomp, and obstetrical lubricant. Unfortunately, I had exhausted my entire backup wardrobe throughout the day. Dinner out was simply not an option. Meg stayed surprisingly decent for a hectic Friday. It was 8:30 so we opted for a takeout order and she graciously volunteered to go in to pick it up. We were both too hangry to wait 30 minutes to get home, so we ate in the parking lot. It’s a crazy life, but I am so blessed to share it with a wife who is so patient and understanding.
Parking Lot Date
Published by Justin Jornigan
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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