Last week was Candaces’ birthday. I can’t believe she’s 19. Where did the time go?! Seems like such a short time ago, I was carrying her out to the barn in the infant seat, ready to go milk. She grew up out there, maybe that’s why she’s an animal lover. She’s a senior this year and so we took her pictures out here on the farm. Where else does a farm girl go? Musket did a pretty good job cooperating. She does a good job of protecting her “boys”. Humans and animals. They get along “just pretty good.” Her birthday was on a school night, so we didn’t celebrate big. That will have to come later on a weekend. She wanted steak, shrimp and a white cake with whipped icing. Smart girl! And an angel food cake with white icing. I think I probably ate half of this one and it wasn’t even my birthday. She loves to act crazy! That’s obvious. Anytime the camera is out she starts making faces. Happy face and sad face! She can do either one. She’s gonna kill me! Take her to the farm store and this is what she does. Don’t mess with her. She’s no wimp. If she sees this, I’m dead! She didn’t do any chores on her birthday, so the cows sent her a message. “Happy Birthday, Candace!” And of course all the cats meowed a message. In between their feasting. Her favorite. The dogs. Just look at the disappointment on their faces. Where is Candace, they ask? How about a birthday smack, Candace? We love you, Candace. From all of us here on the funny farm!