Went to the Mart today to buy stuff. That's what we usually do at the Mart. Naturally I totally forgot to pick up the 72 photos that I ordered for my poor, deprived mother who can't remember what we all look like because I never send her pictures.
I never send her pictures because I never remember to pick them up.
But that is neither here nor there and this post is not about my photographic forgetfulness.
Nope. It's about my budding comedian, Girly-Girl.
We're in the frou-frou department looking at shine inducing hairspray for our goats (yes, really). The girls were being silly and I was returning the favor.
Finally I said to 7 year-old Girly-Girl, "Good Gracious! Knock it off! You are driving me crazy!"
"Well", she shot back, "That's good, 'cause it's my job! If I don't do it, who will?"
I thought the two ladies pricing shampoo were going to wet themselves, they laughed so hard.
Then came the tragedy.
I got home and checked the email and there it was - the very, VERY sad message that Silly-Head's cute and adorable Nubian goat had died. She never did grow like the other goats, so she's either she's been ill all along or she had a genetic defect.
Either way, I have to break the news to Silly-Head today because tomorrow is our day to work with the goats.
They have two others that haven't been leased yet. Hopefully she'll take a shine to one of them. But she was so smitten with Licorice...
Well, I just gave Silly-Head the bad news. I was expecting her to get at least a LITTLE teary. After all, she ADORED this goat. But she just shrugged and nodded sagely and immediately started discussing with Girly-Girl the merits/downfalls of the two new goats she had to choose from. Then they bounced off, giggling, to play Polly Pockets.
Perhaps reality will slap her tomorrow when we go to the farm and there is no Licorice to beg raisins from her...