Friday, my spinning friend L and I went up to Brown Sheep in Nebraska. We got up at zero dark :30...picked up bagels and were on our way. We got a little lost from the mapquest directions on the way, but got there at about 12:30. R ran around. The lady that worked the store loved R and we got to all go on a tour. He was in heaven with the machines. We were in heaven when she showed us the piles of "scraps" we could go thru. It was pretty funny. When we were going thru the scraps Sherry was walking R around meeting all the other ladies there. Yeah he was hamming it up.
They were a bit low that day but we still made out. I picked up a bunch for friends, and this plus a 30lb "bump" for myself.
The trip back was not so great. R just screamed at the freaking TOP of his lungs I was mortified. He was obviously ticked off at being back in the car. Well maybe he knew what was coming up. Yes people 10 minutes (less really) from Cheyenne we RAN.OUT.OF.GAS. No that was not a typo...yes you read that right...yes we ran out of gas. Thank GOODNESS L had road side assistance. I was freaking miserable dying freaking out, but we arrived in Cheyenne at the gas station 45-60 minutes later then it was Starbucks...thank you Starbucks...ahhhh