By the way, I just thought I would mention that the goatmother's daughter (that would make her the goatdaughter) just visited with her husband (that would make him the goatson-in-law). Lo and behold, the power DID NOT go out and all facilities remained operational throughout. Miracles DO happen.
However, I am afraid to let the goatmother out anymore. It seems they all went on a boat trip across the strait to Victoria, B.C. That should have been uneventful, yes? If you think that, you fail to remember that the goatmother was on board. It seems the ferry was escorted back across the strait that evening by two Coast Guard boats replete with rifle-bearing men and manned machine guns at the ready. A training mission? Alas, we shall never know, but I suspect it might have had something to do with the goatmother. No doubt she forgot to hand out the Peanuts before boarding. I would not be at all surprised. After all it happens to us.
On the other hand, the goatdaughter bought a Woolly Mammoth stuffed toy at the Royal B.C. Museum of Natural History. I suppose it might have had something to do with that. That should teach her, at any rate, to buy a stuffed goat next time. Goats are much more environmentally friendly and far better looking.
Life goes on amidst change. Finding the laughter one day at a time...
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Marigold, we think you're brilliant (and very beautiful, too). I was a philosophy major as an undergraduate, and I feel like I've learned more from you in a week than I did in some of my courses.
Why thank you! (blush) I hope you and Ari will come and join us over in my Marigold's Meadow!
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