This is the only possible explanation that I can find for why he made male goats act the way they do.
A divine sense of humor is the only thing that can explain why a female goat would think that:
1. Blowing raspberries
2. Curling back your top lip and going, "na na na na na"
3. Peeing on your own face
is any way attractive, let alone, remotely sexy.
Hey, big fella. I really like the way you stutter when you get excited. And man, those little raspberries you blow in my ear....But, the most attractive thing you do, it's gotta be showing us how you pee on your face. It just gets me in the mood.
Yeah, right!
Seriously, my little brother (who isn't little anymore) peed on his face one time when he sneezed and was going to the bathroom at the same time, and we thought it was HI-LAR-I-OUS! So, I cannot see why girl goats think that this behavior, more akin to middle school, is attractive, but they do.
or Do Pirates Like Snow? Some of the many imponderables uttered by my children. This is going to be my record of life (because I don't scrapbook, never kept baby books, and have a horrible memory) and the things that happen as a not-so-patient stay-at-home-mom. I'm trying to deepen my faith, but hoping life doesn't cover me in mud.
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Crafting Geek Speak
I'm going to join over at Ginny's Yarn Along ... not because I've been doing anything crafty or been doing any reading, but because everyone needs some humor and when it comes in the form of crafting humor, everyone here should enjoy...
I'm not sure if I should be proud or scared that I've helped create such a crafting geek.
To set the stage, my 9-year-old, K, LOVES crafts, especially fiber crafts. For the past 3 years, for every birthday and Christmas, all she requests is CRAFTS!!!!
This morning, my husband and I were talking about how his request for time off in December started a chain at work of people requesting the same days off.
Out of the blue, K says, "So, Daddy was a slip stitch."
I sat there and stared at her, shook my head to clear it, and asked her, "What?"
I'm ashamed to say that my husband got the obscure reference before I did. I had to have him explain it to me.
"Slip stitch?"
"Yep, you know a slip stitch starts a chain in crochet, so Daddy was the slip stitch in the chain at work."
Gaahhhh - I've created a monster, but at least she's a crafting monster - I like that one, it's the 9-year-old pain in the butt monster that I don't like.
I'm not sure if I should be proud or scared that I've helped create such a crafting geek.
To set the stage, my 9-year-old, K, LOVES crafts, especially fiber crafts. For the past 3 years, for every birthday and Christmas, all she requests is CRAFTS!!!!
This morning, my husband and I were talking about how his request for time off in December started a chain at work of people requesting the same days off.
Out of the blue, K says, "So, Daddy was a slip stitch."
I sat there and stared at her, shook my head to clear it, and asked her, "What?"
I'm ashamed to say that my husband got the obscure reference before I did. I had to have him explain it to me.
"Slip stitch?"
"Yep, you know a slip stitch starts a chain in crochet, so Daddy was the slip stitch in the chain at work."
Gaahhhh - I've created a monster, but at least she's a crafting monster - I like that one, it's the 9-year-old pain in the butt monster that I don't like.
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