Grrrrrrrr

Last night at 9:30 PM my husband and I were out gathering twenty-one terrified sheep scattered over acres of pasture in the dark. Apparently someone who doesn’t live in the neighborhood thought it would be fun to set off fireworks nearby. My sheep panicked and tore through their netting.

I don’t often lose my temper but it’s a good thing that I didn’t meet Mr. Firework last night.

As my mother would have said: “KATIE, BAR THE DOOR.”

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