I needed to get away.  Tammy and I have not done anything except take care of kids, animals and our jobs for over a year.  Phoenix is normally my vacation.  Not this year.  We did something cool.  We loaded up with some friends on Thursday morning and made our way to the Hill Country of Texas.  Tom and Nancy Lamle along with the Dragon Lady and myself–no livestock, no students, no FFA stuff.  A destination in mind, yet no time table.  It was wicked fun!  And as a bonus, Kade & Jessica Lamle met up with us.

Yes, we made it to Llano for some Cooper’s BBQ.  It did not disappoint but it was not the best food that we ate.  The reuben sandwich at the Auslander in Fredericksburg ranks up there with the best.  Some smoked turkey & brisket from San Marcos BBQ was really tender and juicy.  But the andouille sausage, grilled shrimp with red beans & rice at Pappadeaux’s in San Antonio was euphoric.

Thursday evening, we watched a chick play the ukulele (try spelling that).  She was good, funny and some of her songs were a bit uncouth.  The beverages were really cold.

We went to see a Guinness world record holder.  The world’s largest convenience store–Buc-ee’s in New Braunfels.  This was a well-timed stop as I needed to unload after all of the cajun cuisine.  Without a doubt, the cleanest restrooms for a chain company is Buc-ee’s.  Cubicles built out of brick, multiple rolls of paper, spotless clean and they even have signs/lights that tell you if the stall is occupied or not.  No more looking under the door or accidentally walking in on a fellow human as they are hunkered down on the porcelain.  These toilets are built to tear that toilet up and not have to worry about the person in the next stall snickering.  And guess what?  This New Braunfels Buc-ee’s holds the title for cleanest bathroom in America.  Look it up!  And I used it.

Speaking of Buc-ee’s.  I have been to several of them before but I had never sampled one of their cookies.  On the way home today, I tried an oatmeal raisin cookie.  Oh snap!!  They are even better than the Subway oatmeal raisin cookie.

As always, Fredericksburg was a phenomenal place to just chill and have fun.  I didn’t do much goat related but I did buy a couple of items tied to a billy goat.  I also bought a really bad-ass hat!  I mean a top-shelf kind of hat.  Epic.

I did have some fun with the sales lady in a store in Fredericksburg.  I asked her if she like the spicy pickled quail eggs that they sold.

The nice lady said, “Yes, I do.  I really do…but….well…..I mean…..they just, well, kind of bloat me.”

I looked her square in the eye and said, “The farts from those things are absolutely horrible aren’t they?”

She laughed and said, “I was trying to be polite!  But yes, they are so good and yet they will smell SOOOOO bad!”   Yeah, I bought a jar.  Tammy & Nancy banned me from opening them until I was home.

And then, we got back to 3 miles south of Fargo.  And the welfare recipient beasts that we call doe goats went to bellowing as soon as they saw me.  At this point, I wanted to find an ice pick and stab myself in the crotch.  I cannot wait to be rid of doe goats.

The only down side was that Texas is all about the mask mandates.  Yet, we drove through San Antonio, Austin, Waco, Ft. Worth and in numerous other zip codes, yet, not one Biden sign.  But LOTS of Trump stuff.  Strange!?

I hope you had as good a weekend as what I did.