Me: (Typing to Amazing Girlfriend) "Brb - fucking goat."
Amazing Girlfriend: "NOOOOOOOOO. DON'T DO IT."
(Two weeks later...)
Me: (Typing to best friend) "Brb - mother fucking goat."
Best Friend: "Hurry! STOP HER!"
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Goat
(Context: We have a goat, whom I used to feed every morning and every evening. In the rainy winter months, this involved a lot of putting on and taking off of rain gear, which, combined with interacting with a goat - not so much an animal as a fuzzy, hundred-something pound avatar of pure cussedness - made me kind of grumpy. By which I mean I grumbled. A lot.)
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