The goats ate my title...

Is it weird to sleep next to a butcher knife? Because I may or may not have slept with two 80 pound boxers and a knife on Friday....but it was for a good reason! You see, the hubs decided to take Mas and Boogie on a boys only camping trip for the weekend. {WOOOO!!! Sweet sound of SANITY mama's having a GIRL'S NIGHT!} And that left just The Little Miss and myself at home. I'm not sure when it happened, but sometime in the last 26 years I turned into a major namby-pamby. After a full night of shopping, stuffing my piehole, movies, and more eating, I could NOT sleep! Every little shadow, creak, and dog fart CREEPED me the freak out. I was convinced there were home intruders staking out in my rosemary bushes. Hence the knife. I'll cut a fool! I had to have a plan just in case! So while I was busy snoozing with my shank, here's what the boys were doing....

{Setting up camp with the rest of the gang...too much testosterone for one area}

{Playing a little of this....}

{And maybe a little of that....}

{What's up ladies?}

{Hanging out with their Old Man...}

While the boys were busy building fires, scratching themselves, and learning to be manly men the Little Miss and I had a hot date with some super cute landscapers...

{Baa ram ewe, sheep be true!!}

Ladies and gents, meet the landscapers! Yup, those are goats and sheep. This is how we mow the lawns in our town. Pretty bad arse isn't it?? These little machines move from spot to spot in the town munching up all the hard to mow areas. GENIUS!

{This is the face of pure excitement right here!}

And because a certain Little Miss loves them so much, we went again...

{ BAAAAAAAAAAA!!}

All in all the weekend was a success. The boys filled their testosterone tanks and the girls got some new threads. Score. But Jordan's home now, so I don't have to spoon my cutlery anymore. HA! Get it!? Spoon my knife?! Anybody? Bueller? Right then.

Happy Tuesday!!