Nobody told me I'd have to be a ninja before lunch.
I get out of bed and the first thing I hear is "MAGZ, calf in the vegetable garden!" So I grab yesterday's pants [black cargo capris] and a random t-shirt from the drawer [also black, albeit faded], toe into my lime green flip-flops, and then go to search for a calf-scaring object, such as a broom or something. [What? I have short limbs.]
I finally end up with a paint stirrer in each hand, doing ridiculous ninja poses [in the rain, might I add] and making Xena noises to scare the calf back into the barn, while my brother Klaus looked on in a fantastic combo of amusement and confusion. Seriously, I was a NINJA. An overweight, badly bed-headed, groggy, damp ninja. It was AWESOME. The calf didn't see me coming.
No, seriously, it probably expected me to show up in a hoodie, trying to coax it back into the barn with oats or something.
I finally end up with a paint stirrer in each hand, doing ridiculous ninja poses [in the rain, might I add] and making Xena noises to scare the calf back into the barn, while my brother Klaus looked on in a fantastic combo of amusement and confusion. Seriously, I was a NINJA. An overweight, badly bed-headed, groggy, damp ninja. It was AWESOME. The calf didn't see me coming.
No, seriously, it probably expected me to show up in a hoodie, trying to coax it back into the barn with oats or something.