Obviously my new favorite thing to freak out about is the fact I’m getting married. Why would I ride the wave of this joyous occasion when I can, in fact, use it as a justification for all manner of anxiety and whining? Still, there’s been one purely happy point to this whole thing– other than the fact I get to be married to Alex (Hi Feyonce, I love you)—and that is, goats.
They have been arriving in droves.
You can thank the evil genius of Maurna, Debbie, and Leah who’ve been enlisting the support of other bloggers to help me pay my dowry. Even though I’m fatherless, I’m still—as previously established by a suitor who’s proposal landed in my Facebook Other Inbox—a “Ten Goat Girl.”
I very rarely get anything interesting in the mail. Most of it is just other people’s credit card offers, and other people’s invitations to toddlers’ 2nd birthdays (I always open things that look interesting, which is the excuse I’ll give in court when they prosecute me for this felony). But now, there are goats.
Some people don’t get it. They ask if I can trade these goats in for cash, or what on earth I’m going to do with so many little plush goats. What kind of a question is that? Have you no soul? I’m going to do the obvious: CUDDLE THEM.
Shortly after receiving this guy from Jaklumen, I had to take a call. Perching my new little goat friend on my shoulder seemed like the most obvious solution, until Alex walked in and started doing overly dramatic pantomimes: “What is that? Why is it on your shoulder? Is this going to be your new thing?”
Yes. Yes it is.
Late last week I received this jewel of a creature in my mailbox, from Leah. It included a note that said “Well… someone has to sing at your wedding.”
After posting it to Facebook, Leah was mortified.
I don’t even know what else to say, other than thank you. You guys are all my favorite people.
What is one thing that’s always guaranteed to improve your mood? How many goats are YOU worth? Tell me about the best gift you’ve ever received.
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