Baaaah Bye

The former family goats, Doris and Lily. My mom wasn't too hip on learning how to deworm goats and all the other sorts of groovy things involved in having strange pets, so she found them a new home, specifying that there was to be no eating of said goats. They are now the newest denizens of a petting zoo, in visiting distance.

This one is my fave, Doris. She had a brother named Boris, but he died of something or the other a long time ago. There have been many goats over the years. For some reason, my Dad just wanted goats. I guess it was a better mid-life crisis than say, buying a Porsche or something douchey like that. At any rate, Doris is sweet as pie and will no doubt enjoy being petted and fed by the childrens. Lily is a turd though, and will probably soon be holding some hapless elementary school kid down and eating the toggles off her coat (that was for you, Miss T).

Terry and the cutest nephews in the world. He is telling them to look at the camera, but he's also tickling them, so yeah, duh.

I had slightly better luck, plus this pic totally shows their personalities. I however appear to be squat and troll-like. It is a testament of my devotion to the cuteness of the nephews that I still put this picture up. They were a lot of fun, although I'm told their energy level can become trying over time.

While I was down in VA the second week, Annie got to go stay at the farm, because I thought maybe leaving an 11 year old at home unsupervised might not be the best idea. And then she went and got bit by the dog. It was kind of funny because we called the night before we were going to head back home, and my bro-in-law answered, so Terry asked to talk to his sister. "Uh, she's helping Annie." "Helping Annie with what?" "Ummm...there was an incident." At which point Terry could hear his sister in the background asking "Is that Terry? Greaaatttt!" We had managed to call minutes after something happened so now we can make fun of what a horrible babysitter she is. Annie was fine, I think she was crying harder because she was afraid Ike was going to be severely punished. He got her a pretty good one though, these are crappy pics, but her thumb was all swollen up and purple and stuff. She got much street cred out of the story of the suckiest Spring Break EVER when she got back to school.

The teeth marks. I told her she must have smelled like beef jerky or something, Ike is usually a nice amiable sort.

Now if you all will excuse me, I have to go get some chicken marinating in some BBQ sauce. I think Spring is finally entering the frozen North and I gotst to get my grill on tonight and enjoy the nice weather.