To market, to market to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. To market, to market, to buy a plum cake; Home again, home again, market is late. To market, to market, to buy a plum bun; Home again, home again, market is done. To market, to market, a gallop a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Three pence a quarter, a groat a side, If it hadn’t been killed it must have died
On her way to goat yoga? I mean, that homemade patch coat screams "talk to me about aligning your chakra kahn"..
Germ's U of M goat traveler reminds me of the joke about MacGivney the Scot. MacGivney was in the pub, having a brew, feeling really down, looking glum. The bartender asked him what's wrong. He pointed out the window and said, "Ya see that bridge? I built it with me own hands, carved every stone. But do they call me MacGivney the bridge builder? No." Then he said, "And that fine brick home down the way around the bend? I built it. Me, with me own hands. I'm a stone mason. But do they call me MacGivney the stone mason, the bridge builder, the house maker? No." Then MacGivney said, "But you hump one goat..."
No kidding the paddock is a slop hole I live in sand country it is never sloppy. Have to wear the mucking boots to do morning chores throwing a bale of hay in the stock tanks for the horses. I have ponds in my driveway sitting on the $1500 I spent on recycled class 5 delivered this summer.
So tomorrow starts a 5 day trip to deer camp. SiL and BiL stop in this AM from out of state and bring their rugrats. First time we've seen them since last Christmas, I'm glad to see them. Then, I see that not one but both of the little bastards have green crust around their noses and are sniffling... Guess who's already got a runny nose as I'm typing this? Chugging Airborne and Zicam with Bulleitt chasers as I'm packing...
You know that cold is going to take a week to go away if you take something for it and 7 days if you do nothing