Please Don't Drink and Bale

Yikes, 11 days without a post here, and no one has complained yet!

Today I suffered the consequenses of too much beer in the hay field. Back in the day, we used to be rewarded with a beer for every load of hay we hooked up to the truck, so on one particularly good hay day, likely 18 or 20 years ago over in Hatfield's Point, after many loads of hay, I managed to drop a hay wagon tongue on my big toe. I lost the toenail then, but it never managed to grow back right. So today a doctor took a pair of pliers (he called them forceps) and ripped it off and killed the root. On the bright side, one less toenail to cut. Someone please get me a beer!