Concrete Sheep
Over the weekend The Other Half and I travelled to Canberra for a meet with fellow Aussie Bloggers. We stopped in Goulburn, as you do. Here is The Big Merino, which seems to have a distinctly superior expression on his face.
It is not until you drive around to the back of The Big Merino that you see why he is looking all superior. But why would you put an enormous pair of concrete testicles on a sheep that is a tourist attraction when you know that kids are going to ask their parents what that is about?
And why would you move the sheep to a new location, build a lovely new tourist centre around it, but make the sheep’s butt (and consequently large testicle/s) be the major thing that people parking at the centre get to see?
I’m surprised they didn’t install some lovely concrete poop just to make it a little more realistic. 
They now have a lovely shop attached to the sheep which contains some of the most expensive woolen things you will ever see in your lifetime. $316 for a thin woolly jumper? Err, no thanks. Even though it feels very nice.
I went there because I was hoping they would have a sheep snow globe. And they did, for $7.25 or some crazy price like that. I would have bought it but it already had air bubbles in it, which is something you want to avoid when creating or buying a snow globe.
So instead we went to Mcdonalds to get a coffee as we’d missed out on coffee at breakfast due to 16 zillion screaming families trying to eat the buffet breakfast at the same time we were there. I guess that is what happens on a Sunday morning when everyone wants to sleep in and show up to eat breakfast 30 minutes before the buffet closes. We threw some food on a plate and retreated to the safety of our room where I discovered that I had found some of the most incredible mini croissants ever, and only taken two of them. I would have gone back for more but I could not face the adults literally fighting over food and berating the service staff when the scrambled eggs ran out.
I spoke about how brilliant the croissants were most of the way from Canberra to Goulburn, much to the dismay of the other half who had not taken any croissants - he went for the hot food but I allowed him one tiny bite of croissant heaven. The moment we stepped out of the car at Goulburn we were hit by this freezing cold wind. Some evil beyotch had tied up her poor dog right where it was getting hit by the freezing wind and the poor thing was shivering, whimpering and crying while she was inside getting her immense rear fed - I felt so sorry for that dog! Sometimes you *should* leave them in the car, with the window down. And an 8 degree C day with a biting wind is one of those times, providing you park the car so that the wind isn’t going right inside the car.
Our drive back was lovely and we arrived home to find the kitties were fairly happy as we’d managed to leave the heater on. That is especially hilarious in light of the fact that we’d unplugged every other appliance from the wall. Yes, the TV’s computers etc were unplugged in case something went wrong, but we left the heater plugged in and switched on.
We have another meet in one month, this one closer to Sydney. So if you’re a Sydney blogger and you’re reading this and would like to go to a meet, let me know.
