Wait a second. I think I'm confusing that phone call with a dream I had a couple of nights ago.
So, the real phone call went something like this:
Drinking a glass of sangria under the shade of a tree while I contemplate the miracle of water being turned into wine.
"Oh, so you're folding laundry?"
"Well, did you know that at 7:00 tonight there's a mutton-busting contest at the fair??"
Get out! I had no idea!! Man I hate it when I'm late to the mutton busting party.
"I think the boys should go, George and Henry would have a scream of a time."
As would their mother. Let's do it!
Well, the mother ended up staying home with a feverish, teething baby, while the rest of the crew went to the fair and showed those lambs who's boss!! I sent my camera with Steve (his first major blogging assignment) and wouldn't ya know he left it in his pick-up. (Grrrr.) But, he managed to catch a couple of videos with his phone.
What do you think - should we go??
We're off to the fair for the day. We'll be grooming and showing our 4-H bucket calves, Billy, Blaze and Blake!
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, EVERYONE!!