Ah, well, here it is Wednesday. Again. How does the time fly by so quickly? There have been no more Bob-O-Lynx sightings, but ever since the goatmother read that a mere Bobcat can pounce 10 feet and take down a deer, everyone has been grazing with one eye open. Throw the fainting goat to the front and run, I always say.
At any rate, this morning the goatmother had Peanuts on her breath. I think she must've had Peanut Butter for breakfast. She didn't offer me any. Still, I didn't mention it to her. After all, it is better to never look a gift goatmother in the mouth. Besides, she's the only one with opposable thumbs to unscrew the lid on the Peanut jar. Unless, of course, we get a monkey, and you can be sure the goatfather isn't going for that. Come to think of it, the goatmother's grandfather had a monkey. I heard he used to go around unscrewing all the light bulbs dashing them to bits on the ground, and plucking all the clothespins off the line when they were dutifully trying to hold onto clean laundry. Oy. Now that I consider it even further, I remember seeing those pictures of organ grinders with monkeys, and people standing about offering the little devil - what?!!! - PEANUTS! Okay. No monkeys for us. Nope. Ain't gonna' happen.
Note to self (any by the way, Wednesday's Words of Wisdom): Do be careful what you wish for.