What could that title possibly mean? Exactly what it says. Maid of Honor Oatmeal and I spent the better part of a Sunday afternoon driving around in a seriously sweet ride scavenging for wood. You see, her family owns a ranch. A very large ranch. And on this ranch there was a pile of wood that was about to be burned. So guess who got to benefit from that, in the hopes of making signs such as these:
After visiting with a couple horses, we headed out to the infamous pile, got a little dirty, and found some prospects.
That’s Boo. He was hungry for some fence.
Some more horses whose names I can’t remember.
Miss Oatmeal, left. MOH Oatmeal, right.
After collecting our super cool (read: free) finds, we headed back to the shop to do a little damage. So it turns out, using a saw is real hard. But we are troopers and made it work, seeing as MOH Oatmeal’s Facebook status update in the middle of our activity was as follows: “Wedding projects for Miss Oatmeal sometimes include power tools. We should probably have some sort of supervision.” Indeed.
And that, my friends, was our adventure. So I bet you thought you were going to see the finished product. Nope. I haven’t even gotten that far yet. I still need to buy sandpaper, paint, and paint brushes to get to that point. Until then, I’ll just leave you with this:
*Bubba = dog*
*dog = female