SO, last night, I woke up in the middle of the night craving spaghetti. I have no idea why, but this is a little insight to HOW BADLY I wanted this spaghetti. I went to the store this morning, bought the noodles, some really tasty sauce and some garlic parmesan bread that I could coat with delicious cheese.

I get home, get all my pot, pan, and cookie sheet ready. Boil the water for the noodles, start browning the venison for the sauce, and coat my bread in garlic butter and cheese. I preheat the oven, start stirring in my noodles, and start drooling over how awesome I think this meal is gonna be. Like, crying on the inside because I never cook and its going to turn out amazing, and I'm going to wolf it all down the minute its all finished.

I wanted this meal... that... badly...

Once everything is finished, I stir in my venison-filled sauce into my noodles and stack my bread right next to my plate. Ahh hell, I can wait just a minute for it to cool, so I get the dishes done meanwhile. Takes like 2 minutes. Dishes are done, I grab my food, sit down at the table, and get ready to take the first bite. Im looking out the bay window right next to the dining room table, and what do I see... CATTLE running across the yard.. FUCKING.... CATTLE.

I haven't even gotten my first bite and I shove my chair back from the table, grab my coat and phone and immediately start calling my dad... twice.... no answer...... fuck..

I run outside, and see my dad bolting across the yard yelling, "GIMME A RIDE!!!" Ok, sure, I grab my keys, hop in the car and so does my dad. The cattle keep running down the road like nothing's going to stop them. I peel out of the driveway after them.

Down the road not even a mile away, I manage to squeeze by the cattle, drop my dad on the road, then turn around... When coming back, my dad's coming back across the field chasing one that had strayed while the rest of them are waaay ahead. I drive up to him and again he says, "GIMME A RIDE. GET RIGHT ON EM..." And he jumps on the hood of my car and down the road we go. Im totally blind cause he's sitting on the hood right in front of me, so the only thing on my mind is , 'Oh, god, don't hit the cows.... Don't hit the cows...'

Dad jumps off the car right behind em, some go into the driveway and the others go right past. I drove past them, blocked the road with my car and turned them around back to the farm. The rest was cake. We got the back into the fence and all was good.

Then, I remember I had sweet, delicious spaghetti waiting for me in the house. I parked my car, run to the house only to find my spaghetti was already cold... DAMN MY LUCK....