Last night I bought tickets to watch Edward Scissorhands and drink the wine I will bring from my fridge and eat the snacks I will spend way too much time selecting, all while baby goats frolic happily around me.
And now it’s all I can think about. The goats are literally the only thing sustaining me. And I don’t know what that says about my current state of being, but I think that even in normal times I would still be planning which outfit the goats will like best. So everything is fine. Probably.
Taking snack suggestions. And ideas for how to woo a goat.
Memoirable Moments 