Normally on a weekend morning I wake up and read. News, a book I’m into, email, Twitter, (okay, enough already I think they get it. well, that was new, writing in a thought bubble to a disconnected third party… might have to note that one down for the watch list) but this morning I began cleaning right out of the gate. Before I knew what was happening I had the load of laundry going and the kitchen squared away. The floors were next and I just now sat down for the first time. But I didn’t just sit as my brain wanted to keep the straightening train rolling so I began cleaning up my phone pictures for no discernible reason. This is what brings me to this post.
First up, I’m going to miss this view when we move offices. That is looking down at my apartment building and toward the Mississippi River one morning this week. So pretty that time of the day before all of the drug zombies wake up and start shuffling around on their routes. I’ve enjoyed my time down here but we most likely won’t be moving for another year. anyway, moving on.
The next one requires some back story. Two weeks ago when we traveled to the Michigan game in Ann Arbor there was a sub plot going around goats. My friend bought hermit crabs for our host’s children a couple years ago at a work event and that didn’t end well so she has been escalating the unwanted pet threats. This year we were supposedly showing up to the game with pygmy goats for the kids. I will say that she went as far as finding a breeder and getting a quote on a pair but I was not going to be a part of that whole thing. Instead, she purchased goats of various sizes to hide around the house during our stay.
For the past week he finds another one almost every day
They are little and everywhere. There was even a life sized stuffed version that when our host passed out on Saturday night we aimed right at him.
He awoke sometime in the wee hours because as I went out on Sunday morning to clean off the car at 6:00am this is how I was greeted.
The best part of this was the barefoot human tracks leading out to this scene. He must have woken up, been startled, and immediately shifted into drunken revenge mode. So great.
I have to switch the laundry before this World Cup nonsense fires up this morning. By the way, If you don’t really understand the game or even enjoy watching it, I highly recommend the Telemundo simulcast. It’s hard to listen to that dude and not get swept up in the imaginary excitement.