Are there no depths to which "Farmland Foto" will not sink?

It is not enough that they cart a cute little pony around to various daycares and let the children sit on it and trot around the yard a bit.

It is not even enough that they take exorbitantly priced photographs of the events to ransom sell to the parents.

No, they also have to dress the kids up in chaps and a cowboy hat.

There is no fighting the cuteness.

$25 for three photos? Done and done. Before I knew it, the checkbook was in my hand.

I couldn't even struggle.

The power of cute compeled me.

While upstairs playing with the girls, I started flipping through some old school notebooks that I have up there in boxes. (Why I still need notes from my college classes is beyond me, although some of the doodles are very pretty.)

I found this list. Clearly, it was made when I was pondering what sort of job would be Right For Me.

• Company of smart people [check!]

• No or very minimal physical labor [also check!]

• Opportunities to create [weeeeell, sometimes, sort of. I have enjoyed writing creative copy.]

• Making a difference in the world [yes! yesyesyes!]

• No direct day-to-day dealings with the general public [check! And a good call on this one. The general public is horrid to deal with.]

• Respect from colleagues and people in general [from my colleagues, I think yes. From the general populace? Not really, but that's OK.]

• Money, but not very important -- enough to live on [I think that's covered. :-)  ]

• Security -- but I don't want to feel trapped [ah, the classic conundrum! Good luck with that!]

• The opportunity to travel [nope.]

• A job that would force me out of my ruts [this really isn't about the job so much, is it? It's about how I respond to the job, whatever it may be.]