Let me tell you ’bout thems sheep… as we photo-travel to a fantastical place call SHEEPWORLD!

We went to the equivalent of a petting zoo off Highway 1 on our way to Auckland. It’s properly named “Sheepworld”, thanks to an extravagant collection of wool-bearing bottomless pits. Equipped with a $2 bag of feed, John and I visited sheep after sheep after…

Holy smokes, Batman, is that an alpaca I see?

I’m going to back up a little more. On the plane trip to New Zealand, I read an article about women’s intuition, courtesy of a Women’s Heath magazine. It claimed if there’s a time to follow your gut, it’s when making special purchases. If you see something you really want - and you leave it thanks to “better judgment” – there’s a chance you’ll regret your decision later, like buyer’s remorse a la reverse psychology.

Back to the fantastic alpaca… I’m petting his winner-fur in a fit of effing glee. Then we get into the gift shop, where I get to manhandle an alpaca pillow case. I know I’m still in a euphoric state. This pillow case is a hundred bucks, but I’m molesting it like no other. Afterwards, I’m thinking, “No way a pillow case is worth that much.” So I walk out of Sheepworld. I convince myself to leave by saying, “Get it later.”

Even now, two weeks after our vacation, I yearn for that oh-so-soft product. I should’ve bought the alpaca pillow case. If you go to Sheepworld, when you pick it up, think of me! You must bring that pillow case home.