You don't have to be crazy to live on my farm, but it helps.
As if a wife and kid aren't enough to make a farmer crazy (They get too easily attached to the livestock: it's hard to butcher Wilbur the Pig when he's wearing a cute little polka-dotted bow tie and walking on a leash.), having herds of insane animals roaming all over the back 40 doesn't improve my mental state much.

I imagine my poor mother will pass out cold after reading this headline. (She's a teacher at Brunson Elementary and she doesn't like me writing about her drawers.) But if you are thinking about any type of drawers other than desk drawers then you are indeed a naughty pupil. Consider yourself in detention.