I grew up in the city, surrounded by neighbors, where fences weren't allowed because it messed up the neighborhood aesthetics...Bryan on the other hand grew up on "property". Apparently this is what the wealthy California people call it...back home we call it the country, or the boonies. :)
Well I got yet another new "property" living experience yesterday. It's called shearing the sheep. Supposedly they have done this before, but the pictures might give you a different impression.
"Uh...what now?"
"I guess we have to try and get the sheep on his butt or he'll buck and run away."
20 minues later...
"So now we start shearing?"
"This is disgusting." Bryan: "WHAT IS THAT?!?!" Father in law: "His talliwacker. Don't shear that."
A painfully long time later.... Poor Rambo. It's not a good looking hair cut but it's free.
On the way home more comedy ensued...
I wouldn't let Bryan drive because his hands were covered in sheep. Actually, I wouldn't even let him sit in the front...he sat in the back on the way home.
Me: "I haven't driven in a week. This feels weird."
Two seconds later, out of no where, a deer jumps off the hillside we are driving next to and almost lands on my car. I have a heart attack.
Bryan: "It shows."
Then we get home and I back into a pile of bricks. Awesome. Love living on property.