TFW you forget you're wearing a bustle and you keep thinking someone really short is following you everywhere

Who should I fight first, Holly Hobbie or Anne of Green Gables

Pa picked up one of the longest, sturdiest logs and slowly hauled it to his shoulders. "Six feet long on each side, Caroline," he told Ma. "Oh, Charles!" Ma said. "Are you really carrying that into town?" Pa nodded solemnly. "A fellow's got to social distance any way he can."

Wash on Monday, Iron on whatever the next day after that is, Clean on... Monday? It sure feels like Monday. Mend, churn, something like that on Thursday, Maybe it's Friday? Bake every day, because you might as well. If you have no idea what day it is, it's probably Sunday.

Just posting this picture of Almanzo as a reminder: make sure your shanty is stocked with A SNACK!

Happy Ma's Day, Ma! Take a day off from milking the cow and mending shirtwaists and hauling pails from the well and blacking the stove and making headcheese and beating out prairie fires with wet sacks and keeping a one-room sod house clean for a family of five. YOU'RE THE BEST!

I keep hearing about watching streaming channels so I went out and stared at Plum Creek for three hours and let me tell you, IT IS BORING.

Lest you think I have a lack of entertainment choices here in this log cabin, I'll have you know that the shiny penny I received for Christmas has TWO sides to stare at. Two!!!

Any day it's not raining grasshoppers is a pretty good day

Mary is pretending she has NO idea who arranged dry lentils on the table to say SUCK IT LAURA in Braille

Wasted a whole day driving my horse and buggy to every local mercantile between here and Mankato looking for Clorox wipes until I remembered they haven't been invented yet

BUT HOW WILL THE HAYING GET DONE

You call it "carpal tunnel syndrome," I call it "butter churnin' hand."

Who needs bleach wipes when you can use a half potato soaked in kerosene?

Dilettantes, all of you.

Feeling cute, might smash the daguerreotype plate later.

Pa barred the cabin door with a thick log, then stood at the window with his shotgun. "T'aint safe out there now that any blasted fool with a nickel can get a blue checkmark," he said. "Oh, Charles!" Ma cried.

I walked three miles into town to send this tweet but it seems the Twittergraph office is on fire?????

This is definitely worse than the grasshopper plague

Oh and from beyond the grave I’d just like to say