
Now before you get all pissy... I am not talking PETA beat with whips and chains and horrible things. That rhymed! lol.. I am so awesome! Don't get bent out of shape! Just read on if you are curious.
With that being said, here is the disclaimer. I have already had my "happy pills" (Dr. prescribed) this morning so this post might not make sense. HA!
Yesterday, The kids and I went to get so groceries. The local GS had some decent deals so I felt justified in spending money that I should not have. Yay progress o soup! We are talking, like, BAGS of groceries! I know paper bags are awesome, but they tear so easily. Of course the grocery bag boy puts all 50 cans I bought in paper bags that tear as soon as I get them out of the van at home.
My 11 year old is yelling and screaming at me about having to help carry in the bags because they are broken and heavy. It is 8 pm, and I am certain that everyone in the neighborhood is listening to her yell at me. She has some lungs!
I hope you remember that, from earlier posts, my amazingly wonderful husband whom I love with my entire being, fenced in my entire front yard for the goats. He did this because we are going to build a new home and tear down the old one. It will be easier, he thinks, to fence in that small area where the house used to be. Now you are caught up.
My goats sleep on my porch. We have 3, 2 females and 1 male. The male is made of awesomeness, and he has a Mohawk! How cool is that?! He also likes to pee on his goat beard and rub it all over you. We play run from Huck a LOT! He is loose in my yard and can get to my front door. My yard is fenced in, and I can't drive my mini van in there!
So here we are carrying in there huge heavy bags of canned goods. We had to run for it. We had to beat him to the door. Unfortunately.....it didn't go well. We chose the team work method. I would place the bags on the porch, T was supposed to take them in to put them on the table, and I would put them away. It ended up that I put them on the porch, T got distracted, Huck ate the paper bags(which are apparently delicious) and I carried handfuls of cans onto the table to put away, while T was yelling at me to "Jut beat the goat mom.."You're okay if you can beat him to the door"! Great times. ... So fun.. Oh.. I also had to put up with being rubbed down by Pee Beard the Pirate (Huck's Nickname). I didn't beat him. He beat me. He is a fast goat! He might be a ninja... Awesome!
So, not beat as in harm, but beat as in outrun.
















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