Saw Crazy Stupid Love this weekend and loved it. Why aren't there more movies where Ryan Gosling is shirtless? For serious! We should be pumping them out at a rate of 2 per year. Get on that Hollywood.
I really want to watch The Notebook now.
So the question of the night was.... who let the cows out? Well as it turns out they let themselves out when they knocked over the gate, but guess who got to help herd the ten of them back in the barn...... yep, that's right.... this gal. This is usually Mike's deal, but since he was out at a function I got to take his place. I was a poor replacement, that's for sure, having no idea what I was even doing, but we got them all back in so it wasn't a total failure.
When you're herding escaped cattle in the dark of night, you hear just as much cussing as one would expect, from the youngest to the oldest herder. That was worth the price of admission right there.
ML told me the "calves" were out. Those were not calves. I don't care what she tries to tell you. I could barely see over the backs of some of those "calves".
Cows make me nervous. True story.
Was I herding cows in my jammies? Why yes, yes I was.
While I was busy chasing cows all over the barnyard, the girls were at Medieval Times with Grandma Sandi, an experience that blew their little minds. They were team Blue Knight all the way. They were still excited at church on Sunday morning, so much so that I had to tell them twice that waving their blue knight flag was not appropriate during the service.
I'm really unwilling to admit this weekend is over. I'm going to regret this in the morning.
1 comment:
You have me laughing just thinking about it! Herding cows in your jammies sounds COLD! lol
Once we herded chickens (that we later learned were free range) back into their coop. Not as good as I would have thought, they are only chickens after all!
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