Hey, guess what I did today? I milked a goat. Yes, indeedy, that I did. And it was an ornary, irritated, bad-tempered old gal who had just had a kid but didn't want to let it nurse. I got my chance to mark this item off of my list of "things to do before I die" at Sheri's house today when I went to see the brand new "baby goat"--which is a cute little whipper-snapper. While there, I tell Sheri, "I want to milk the goat." So she says "sure" and off we go. It was pretty cool.
DH is in Montana working. I am sad and lonely without him!
But I got to milk a goat! That's pretty cool. 'Twas a bright spot.
That's all folks
14 years ago
2 comments:
I hate goats. They stink. But I am glad you got to milk one. I like collecting eggs from a chicken coup. But of course, you know that.
I wanna milk the goat when I get there. Tell Sheri.
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