Hey! They clean up pretty well!

Permit me a proud moment of bragging...because I have good cause, not bad character...

This past weekend the Wife had the pleasure of working at the Farmer's Daughters' Prom.  The Wife had the joy of shopping for dresses with the Farmer's Daughter and the Haus Frau Farmer's Daughter.  We looked at hairstyles, accessories, shoes...lots and lots of shoes...we talked logistics of time-frames and conversations with people-we-really-like versus other-people.  It was a pleasure to spend a month of planning and seeing the results of age, maturity, and life-experience.  We had a great time.  Then came the moment of truth...the Wife left the Farmer's Daughters with the beautician and went to the Prom location for set up and preparation.  Having already been briefed by the Haus Frau Farmer's Daughter on good photography-know-how(the Wife was the photographer #2 for the event)...the Wife was off and running!
It was between the pictures of the appetizer table and drink fountain table that the Wife was able to see the most beautiful girls in the event walk through the door.  The Farmer's Daughters, with their BFFs(who are also farm-girls) walked in like Greek Goddesses(a look I think they were pleased to have attained).  They floated on clouds, laughed liked music, and conversed with ease...making all in their presence feel like royalty. And all the Wife could think was, "They clean up pretty well!"
See, covered in the muck and damp from the rain.  In the middle of feeding a bottle to a calf, or hay to a horse, a farm-girl is pretty impressive.  It wasn't a charade for an evening.  They weren't playing a part.  They really are these beautiful Goddess looking ladies on a day-to-day basis, just cleaned up for the "Ball". They are beautiful on the inside as they muck stalls, wipe off grime and bend down to clean gooky-noses all out of love. Daily they are disheveled and dirty with no make up on...But when that farm-girl can get cleaned up and walk with the best-of-them(in high stiletto heels) in a situation so opposite from her day-to-day...THAT'S pretty impressive.

The King of the "Selfies": Honorable Son No.2 and the Farmer's Daughter

[this is a picture of me at the fair]
[this is a picture of me in a car]
[this is a picture of me with a friend, in a car, at the fair]
In Dear Farmers day...there was no such thing as a "selfie".  Dear Farmer and the Wife had cameras when they were young(we're not THAT old), but rarely, if EVER was there such a thing as a "selfie".
The next generation...they do "selfies"(see above).
Have you noticed there are no farmers doing "selfies"?
What would a farmer's "selfie" look like?
[this is a picture of me with my tractor]
[this is a picture of me with a cow]
[this is a picture of the cow killing me because I wasn't paying attention while taking a "selfie"]
No good can come of that.
Honorable Son No.2 and the Oldest Farmer's Daughter compete for the prize as "King of the "Selfies" in our home.  Apparently there are unwritten rules for "selfies".  Your lips have to stick out in a pucker, your eyebrows have to be up to make your eyes bigger, or you have to look like you're screaming.  The two of them tie on these.  They take "selfies" stealing eachother's hats, hugging animals, kissing babies, and sitting on tree limbs...do they ever work?  (In all fairness, they do work)
Ahhh...maybe that's the REAL King of the "selfies"....the one who's bettering themselves by working, instead of taking a picture of themself. Hmm, what is it Dear Farmer tells them?  "If you're doing all the things we're supposed to be doing, you don't have time to do anything you shouldn't be doing."
[there is no picture of Dear Farmer, he's in a field cutting hay, providing for a hundred head of cattle and a family, not complaining, not whining, just working]