06/29/2026
A letter to my friend..................................
I had every intention of swinging by your place last night, but things quickly took a turn for the absurd. We hit the road by Jack's place and it was pure chaos - traffic, police blocking the road due to fireworks, the whole shebang. We took a detour to the pasture, where we discovered a dead sheep, because why not? We took it to the bone pile, along with the tiny pup Stacia lost, because that's just how our night was going. On our way back, people were setting off fireworks, which was scaring the living daylights out of my cheviots. By this point, it was already 10 pm, so we grabbed the trailer, hooked it up, and loaded up my chevys to take the ewes to the bottom area with the dogs and other sheep and goats. We unloaded the sheep, except for Versace, who was coming home with us - Zach had haltered him and tied him up so he wouldn't follow the ewes, and let me tell you, he was not happy about it. Zach got on the trailer to untie him after the ewes left, and Versace proceeded to hit the crap out of Zach's thigh, busting his finger in the process. After that, we decided to call it a night and headed to Buc-ees, giving Versace some downtime before bringing him home to safety. Oh, and did I mention there was a lot of drinking involved? Yeah, it was just another failed date night, ending in another Buccees trip. IYKYK
Can't make this up.....the life of a farm wife!!!
