There is an essay on Slate about goats that I loved. While not identical to my experience, it is similar in many ways. Read it here.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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- of scraping and framing
- think of them as giant toenails covered in excrement
- goat cheese
- in which bread is baked and converted
- it is true that goats are insubordinate
- feel that? that's the feeling of stagnant air
- why I shouldn't read
- new decor
- sharp tie you've got there, Dennis
- I wonder if it works with the Kroger brand pen?
- we eat and shovel
- almost done, I promise
- I have a problem
- but the TV told me to . . .
- scattershot political rant
- fixing a hole where the rain doesn't get in becaus...
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1 comments:
No doubt, they are more concerned about everybody else, (and eating any rose, iris, or snowball bush on the place). ;) Too funny.
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