Literally. WE have a goat. She's new. Got her on Saturday. Its a funny ol way we have of working things round here. I come out with a totally ridiculous but perfectly serious suggestion of...say, for example....Lets get a Llama, and call her Lilliana. Gaanz comes up with all manner of reson why we shouldnt get llama, makes alternative, more practical suggestions, none of which are taken seriously, until we get Himself in on the conversation. Himself comes in th enext day annd announces that some woman from work has two goats she wants to get rid of. Next thing you know, theres Gaanz on the phone organising us a goat.
He's brown, and kinda pretty. The little princess wanted to know what we shall name her. Told her it didnt matter, it would end up being the mongrel goat, same as the mongrel dog, the mongrel cat and the mongrel rabbit.
ah family names, they can tie you together and they can tie you up. The other day the little princess announced that as her father doesnt have the same name as us, he cant be a part of our family anymore. See, the kids have my maiden name as their middle name, and I use my maiden name because, well, I just do. Always have, never changed it. Ok I did change it first time round, but then I changed it back and never changed it the second time around. Just as well if you ask me. It occurs to me just now I should hate to be known as Mrs bbh2. No one can say it and no one can spell it. But that isnt why I would hate to be known as it.
Todays thought....Divorce. Might get one.
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