Farmville

I am presently in the process of trying to convince the Bat to move to a place with a better climate (read: isn't center of the sun hot for ten months of the year) and become farmers. It just makes sense. We love being in the country and we like doing things ourselves so why not? Plus, we could live slightly off the grid.

At first I suggested southern Oregon when the Bat asked me to name a place that didn't have too much snow. He argued that it is too expensive there and you can't even pump your own gas. I have no idea how he knows that but I don't doubt him because OR is pretty trendy these days. Then, after looking up a map of the U.S., I suggested Arkansas. He considered this one as a possibility because it has more water but more dry counties as well. Easy peasy on the latter because we would just run bimonthly trips to the big city for supplies.

Obviously, the Bat has a couple of years before he even thinks of moving because he has the kiddo. But I think that is perfect because we can plan and be ready for when the time comes. We can also learn more homesteading stuff and survival skills (I don't know what to do if a wolf comes at me and I don't know how to hunt or clean my own chickens or whatever). I can learn to make my own clothes and bake bread and can stuff. The Bat can brush up on raising cattle and pigs.

Ugh, he is telling me that learning to make my own clothes would be difficult and it will take a long time. I'm pretty sure I could do it because a) I used to work an itty bitty amount with costumes when I worked for the art studio and b) I'm not looking to make designer dresses or anything. Frankly, I just don't think he is totally on board with this, which is crazy because ... well just because damn it. Mr. Camping and grew up in the desert and have all these homesteading skills etc. doesn't want to go live the life of Riley on a farm?

I swear, if he starts wearing skinny jeans, I'm going to have to leave him.

UPDATE!!!!!

Last night the Bat and I were Facebook messenger messaging, like we pretty much do throughout the day and evening. And then he came out with it...

I will never wear skinny jeans. Promise.

Do I have a good one or do I have a good one?