On Sunday, we proposed more hiking. That proposal brought Frances to tears (tears!) because it would preclude a trip to the Sheep and Wool Festival. Frances, dear, knows how to get what she wants: we went to the Sheep and Wool Festival.
We got to see a performance of humans imitating sheep. It went on for a good thirty minutes. I will never get those thirty minutes back. That still irks me, two months later. But we also got to see this:
I mean, where else do you get to pretend to shear sheep than at the Sheep and Wool Festival?
At the last minute, we realized we'd missed all the shearing demonstrations. More tears (really!). But tears got her nothing this time. We could not magic up a shearing demonstration. Next year, because I'm sure we'll find ourselves there come October 2017, we are heading straight for the shearing demonstrations and staying well away from the interpretive acting. Or whatever that was.
Bitter, bitter, bitter.
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