Este es todo.

Dearest sheep fanatics,

You may have realized from my recent lack of timely sheep updates (also known as sheeply updates), that I am no longer in Wales-homeland-of-all-the-noblest-of-sheep. While the sheep are already sorely missed, it was time for me to return to the good old U.S. of A. I hope that you were at least mildly amused by my ramblings abroad, because if you weren't I really need to get some new friends who have better hobbies than reading boring nonsense on the internet.
Oh wait.
I do that.
Regardless, this is possibly the last post you will see here. Don't worry, soon I'll get tired of reading boring nonsense on the internet and decide to write some more of it (again, appropriately themed... I'm considering Sketchy-incidents-involving-my-charming-neighbors-and-the-police Of The Week or possibly That-time-I-accidentally-almost-applied-to-be-a-waitress-at-a-strip-club Of The Week. Don't worry, I'll come up with a more memorable title and let you know). But until then, I bid you all au revoir and bon sheep. Now get off the internet and call me. We have things to ungracefully fall off of and then pretend that we meant to.

Au revoir, mon sheepies. We will meet again soon.

Yeah.

Sheep of da week? Oh baby, sheep of da week.

Meet Kate, the SOTW.

Darling readers,


GUESS WHO IS IN WALES???? That's right. Kate. And what happens when you visit me? YOU BECOME THE FREAKING SOTW. It's a glorious deal. Here is Kate (look right). She is making a sheep face (like all good SOTWs).




Would you like to know what else happens when you come visit me? Well that is really too baaad. You'll just have to come and find out. HA.

Epicness.

I'll tell you one thing though. There is lots of epicness. Mostly it is caused by looking at sheep.

Sheep.

Oh the sheepies, how they frolic.

Sheep! Of the week! (Pretend to be surprised.)

The healthcare SOTW.

American healthcare is the sheep this week. I may or may not have had to go to a Welsh doctor, and it may or may not have consisted of me calling the office and getting an appointment an hour and a half later, then showing up, checking in, seeing a doctor, being diagnosed, getting prescribed medicine, taking the prescription to the pharmacy downstairs, getting it filled, and leaving IN SEVEN MINUTES.
FOR FREE. Considering a trip to the bank here takes 45 minutes, this might be the most efficient aspect of Wales I have witnessed so far. So yes. American healthcare is the SOTW.

Floral pants

Floral pants you say? We're not in Oregon! There are no hipsters in Wales! Why are you talking about floral pants?? Well, my little furry little sheepies, let me tell you. Apparently this week was a particularly fine one for said pants. Since you couldn't be here for the festivities, however, I have used my superb photoshopping prowess to show you my favorite outfit from the other night. (Also, call them trousers - pants means something else entirely.)

Baa baa black sheep.

You will all be delighted to know that after a Spanish metro, and Barcelona bus, a delayed flight, an irrational customs officer, a sprint through the airport, an airline sky shuttle, a missed train, a different train, a lost wander, a found hostel, a brief encounter with a world-class beat-boxer, two and a half hours of sleep, a taxi, a different train, and another taxi, I am officially back in the land of the sheep. They are such an eloquent beast.