Good morning to all

Good morning to all!  I am sorry it has been such a long period since I have posted.  Despite my rosiest intentions, I kind of failed at the posting every day thing.  I think I have posted much less since making the resolution to post everyday.  On the plus side, my Dad got this shirt for me.  It says, "I am one goat shy of being the crazy goat lady."  I can only hope to someday be a crazy goat lady, it is my greatest aspiration. 

Speaking of presents, I was reminiscing about the glory of Christmas's past and I remember one time when I was youngish (6 or 7).  I went to the mall to see Santa and sit on his lap to dictate my Christmas wish list.  I requested a puppy, more specifically a German Shephard puppy, it was my greatest childhood desire to have my own personal attack dog.  Santa instead of agreeing amicably, questioned my ability to care for a puppy and basically told me no. I was indignant to say the least. Now please understand I hadn't believed in Santa from about the ripe old age of two, but still, Santa, especially mall Santa doesn't have the right to censor my Christmas wish list, that isn't Santa's job. Santa's job is to smile and chortle and give me whatever I ask for, no questions asked. Santa's job isn't to crush a little girl's dreams, I am still disgruntled about that whole incident.  I now have two bullmastiffs, a goat, four chickens and soon four rabbits... .....in your face Santa.

yup only one goat shy