My 80 yr old step grandmother is a neat old hillbilly from the Ukraine. She has stories of a gaggle full of barefooted kids putting in a hard day of work out in the field and then fetchin' lunch straight out of the garden. Cold winters, Hungry bellies - it was a time and a lifestyle not many of us are familiar with these days.
She had a saying that she used to say with an imitated thick and abrupt accent complete with rolling R's.
Strrrrong. Like. Bullll.
Smarrrrrt. Like. Trac-tor.
We use that saying every now and then when we end up using more brawn than brain because it just fits for those situations. Sometimes we're heaving and ho-ing so hard our eyes roll back in our heads when there might be a smarter way to do things... if only we were smarter than a tractor. ;p
So of course, we came... we saw... we bought (or made!) the T-shirt.
Check it out at www.cafepress.ca/RNH
I promise I'll eventually get back to writing about something (or nothing at all like usual) *without* the shameless plug.
Just not this time! ;p
