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A Love Note to Goats

Well everyone, last night I finally fulfilled my dream of drinking wine and eating sour patch kids with goats while we all watch Edward Scissorhands. And I have photographic proof:

I’ve never wanted attention so badly from something that has four legs and smells. Addy and I spent most of the movie trying to gain the affection of each goat, until finally one decided to sprawl out behind our backs (which created a very welcome back warmer). Domino (we are on a first-name basis now) got so comfortable that an employee had to push him off of us so we could leave. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more.

I also learned that it may look like a goat has stopped suddenly in front of you to stare deeply into your eyes and talk to your soul, but it’s actually just peeing.

Here is an additional blurry picture of Addy being eaten alive by five goats at once.

Happy Halloween!

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Smoky Season Is the New Spooky Season

Things I’ve learned recently about living in a place that’s on fire:

  1. Don’t wear anything that you really like outside. You’ll have to immediately wash it 17 times due to the smell.
  2. Now you’re outside away from all people, and you’re thinking, “Hey now I can take off my mask!” Go ahead! But you’ll be swallowing ash.
  3. Maybe you don’t normally wear glasses, but now you do! Again, ash.
  4. All of the pictures you take will look spooky. (This isn’t necessarily bad.)
  5. You’ll have stripped off all of your smoky clothing and be walking around the house yelling, “the fire smell is still chasing me!” but don’t worry, it’s just your hair.
  6. Ash falling from the sky is sort of like snow falling from the sky in that it’s kind of beautiful, except for the feeling of doom you experience and the fact that it’s slowly killing you.
  7. Eating ice cream is a great way to put out the fire. Not the fire raging outside, of course. Just the one inside your soul.

“We don’t need a bonfire this season. The world is our bonfire.” – Addy

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Goatflix and Chill

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.