Most of my friends & family now understand that I am a bit weird. And they’re used to it. No one even raises their eyebrows anymore when we bring home a new farm animal or start building a new structure/fence/tractor/whatever. So it’s all good. But then there are those other times when I happily run to town in my muck boots and manure-smudged jeans, and I see someone who doesn’t know me very well… And…"10 Things Your Friends Just Don’t Understand"