|Ignore the odd look on my face... Notice the nice looking blonde wig atop my head.|
I love dinner dates with Mr. Wonderful. He couldn't make a girl feel better. There are some days where you just NEED to feel like the bell at the ball. That night I did...even managed myself a massage later.
|Notice the flannel?|
Friday was a riot! I met up with my family and went to the cattle auction. My dad has been getting a few cows to graze on his land every year to keep the grass down. So, dad was off to the auction to price out some baby calves. I had not been to the auction in a long time and completely forgot how fogien they seem. Every one in flannels, boots, and cow boy hats. I almost thought I had fallen into HBO's Deadwood. 1885 here I am; bald, in converse, and my gray wool coat. I did not fit in well and they weren't shy about showing it. I don't know if many of you have been to a auction but, it is so much fun. The weighing, bidding, talking, upset cattle, banter, and of course the auctioneer. Auctioneers are a amazing bread all by themselves talking so fast you have to listen with all your might just to hear ever third word. I love the excitement. If I was going to have a addiction problem I don't think it would have been gambling but maybe auctions. They get my heart pumping and everyone seems so excited when a bidding war gets started. I love it.
Did I mention Sean and I are going to get a little cow all our own to graze at papa's? Sure am. I am going to be the proud owner of a cow or maybe two soon!