Redneck, um Tuesday

I accepted a new calling (service opportunity) in my church which keeps me really busy on Wednesday. So for now I'll try them on Tuesdays:

We visited a friend who lives on a farm. While there we saw this:





 This old broken down bus was parked in her front yard! I tried not to stare but our friend noticed my intrigue and quickly said:

"It's not mine, our [some relation, cousin or something, I already forgot] bought it and wanted to bury it for an underground shelter."

I wasn't sure how to respond, I wasn't even sure what caught me off-guard the most:
1. The fact that this was in the front yard.
2. The fact that somebody wanted to bury a bus.
3. The fact that our friend was willing to let somebody bury a bus in her front yard.

On the bright side, at least I'm not that redneck yet!

p.s. Here are our friend's cows. She calls them guard dogs cows. Whenever somebody pulls into the drive way they charge the fence and start mooing with gusto. It's true too, I had to listen to this chorus of distrust and frustration while we visited. 

 p.p.s. This cow wears a harness so it can be put on a leash...like a dog. She goes for walks like a dog sometimes.