I have lots of goat stories.  But, I get sick of talking goats.  So, how about a non-confrontational story that does not involve a goat?

Tammy and I have some friends (former students) who have their own family and all that it entails.  The eldest child is a senior in high school and the other is a 7th grader.  The youngest child was at the dinner table, reading a book.  She ate, read the book and then got up and left.  This was a bit odd as this child isn’t much of a book reader.

The mom asked her eldest child, what is she reading about.  The senior child responded, “I don’t know but she asked me what a word in the book meant.”

The mom asked, “What word?”

The senior responded, “She wanted to know what ‘horny” meant.  So, I told her.”

In a panic, the mom said, “OMG!  And what did you tell her?”

Sr. girl–“I told her the truth.  Like a horny toad.  Duh!  What did you think I would tell her?”

All I know is that these parents have every bit of this coming to them.  They earned it.

I was pretty pumped about the peppered bacon, blue & gold sausage, fresh eggs and blueberry pancakes that the Dragon Lady cooked for supper.  Wicked awesome good.  Then, Kela called and was headed to the beach to eat Italian.  Yeah, she might have us beat, but I won’t trade that kind of supper/breakfast for the beach.

Kela did tell us that she has enjoyed working with “the best singer in the world.”   I love it.

Okay, just one goat story.  Duke and I ivomec’ed a plethora of bucks tonight.  And we trimmed hooves on Manilla Gorilla and Joe Dirt.  Jeeminy Christmas!  Dirt’s front hooves are always miserable.  But, tonight was brutal.  40 minutes to get them trimmed.  One back hoof was fine–I needed a Ginsu knife to cut through the others.  I guess the extremely dry conditions coupled with him being as old as a rock made for some slow slicing.  The good thing is that Tyke owes me lunch now.  Although, I would have gladly traded.