I walked out onto the back porch Saturday morning and saw this. Actually, his ass was pointed at me, but as soon as he heard me shut the door, he turned around and stared me down.
Really? We have a bull in our back yard? I knew we were classified as 'rural' and all but this is almost too much like where I grew up (which I've been trying to get away from since before I got there).
Anyway.
Apparently the only people that can find us on their GPS is Papa John's. I know, right?
We're too far out in the boonies to get our cable/internet of choice.
We're too far out to get a mailbox key made within a decent amount of time.
We're too far out for the Sears delivery guys to find us.
Honestly. If I would have known this would be the case when living in a newer house, I wonder if we would have jumped into this place so quickly. Probably so.
For the record, we aren't that far out. There are toll roads all around us, and we're only 4 minutes from our old apartment.
I feel like I should be churning my own butter or something though.




