"What the heck's THAT?" she asked, to no one in particular. "Oh. It's a GOAT. Where did THAT come from?"
I couldn't keep a straight face.
So now you know....
In other news, the ring still hasn't turned up. I have pretty much given it up as lost, even though Dent swears it's around the house somewhere ("I can feel it!" he says. ) I am resigned to the fact it obviously wasn't happy with me, and left to find someone else. Moving on.
Exams next week! Eeeeech! Wish me luck. Or send brains. I need those bad.
Baaaad. Sorry, the goat got on the keyboard again. He drove me to school the other day. They give licences to ANYONE here in NC. But I digress.
Looking foreward to the weekend! I don't know why, we don't have anything planned that I know of. It's bad to be thinking about the weekend already; I mean it's only TUESDAY. Baaaad.
I miss the goat, might have to go back to the dollar store and get my own. If they have any left.
Jeez, I'm rambling.
I found the PERFECT birthday present for Dent! It's sharp and painful, and colorful to boot. Hopefully he won't think the penguins are too girly.
I can just IMAGINE him using the pink one at work.
Now, if I can just get it past those pesky customs agents. Think if I give them an extra $50, they'll ignore the lead level? No? Darn.
I guess I'll have to think of something else.
Like a goat?