Goats by Debbie Mascot
Goats. Goats are my new thing. I want to have a bazillion goats all with names and personalities. I even want some to be bad.
I want a goat farm. None for meat (gross), but yes, I'll milk them. Afterall, not only do I love cheese, but I am also a pro at goat-milking now; I milked a goat at the fair. Marc would have taken my picture while doing it, but he was too engrossed in the cow-kissing competition. He won. Of course, he was the only entrant. His prize? A face-full of cow spit. He liked it.
We had fun at the fair. We each got new sunglasses and I got some souveniours for Little Deborah and her big brother. We also got food. Expensive food. But good none-the-less. The dinner I had would have been called, "Crappy Cheap Food" at home. But we were at the fair so it was called, "The Ham Steak Dinner Special." At home it would have consisted of: sandwich ham covered in jarred barbecue sauce, canned barbecue-flavored beans, cole slaw from a jar and frozen french fries. But the Ham Steak Dinner Special was... well... special. It had: Hot Barbecued Ham Steak, Cowpoke Beans, Slaw Salad and Pan-Fried Potatoes.
At home the Crappy Cheap Food would have cost $1.13 each. At the fair, the Ham Steak Dinner Special cost $11.98 each. Wait. That was with the drinks. Perhaps the 2 Cokes we got cost $9 each? Maybe that was it...
Anyway, the Ham Steak Dinner Special tasted a lot better than Crappy Cheap Food would have tasted at home. But that was probably the atmosphere. Afterall, everything tastes better when you can see a bunch of old people wearing shorts and sandals with socks pulled up to their knees. And the overabundance of toupees. And the suit-wearing tie man who defies description. And the children walking around all wide-eyed in wonder at the beautiful plants and animals. Oh. Wait. That was me.
The fair was fabulous. I now feel the need to be surrounded by animals at all times. Wonder if my cats would enjoy having a goat, a cow and a pig for siblings?