Wordjanitor Strikes Again

The walls were closing in on Cubeville. It was definitely time for a break. I pulled @ out of his summer program and took off Friday from work. FIELD TRIP!!! Destination: Harley Farms Goat Dairy , Pescadero. I figured it would be a neat experience for @ and I'd get some amusement out of it too. You know -- breathe some good coastal air, get close to some goats, learn how they make goat cheese, add an answer to the logarithmically expanding "how do they? how does it work? where does it come from?" list. How did we do? Breathe good coastal air: check Get close to some goats: check Learn how they make goat cheese: check Add an answer to the logarithmically expanding "how do they? how does it work? where does it come from?" list: check, check, check But really, how did it go? @'s trip report: "I milked a goat!!! It was so AWESOME !" My trip report: "I milked a goat! It was great fun!" And, no need to brag, but according to our absolute ro

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with. If it just sits in your room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your phone, takes your money, and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place, you either married it or gave birth to it. I didn't write it, but gee... I dunno.