* Warning and Disclaimer - the post you are about to see may be grammatically damaging. It may, or may not, but probably most likely will, consist of possibly the longest run-on sentence in the history of writing.
There. You have been warned. You have no one to blame but yourself if you stay and end up screaming from the room into the night.
The Goatmother has had a cold, which she hasn't had since 2004 (quite literally), which has resulted in her sitting for hours on end in front of the computer with a dull, blank and miserable look on her face, which has caused the Goatfather, in fear, to go into hiding in front of his computer, which has made it virtually impossible for any self-respecting talented Caprine scribe to get near any computer, which has resulted in a dry period occurring in the posting on said scribe's blog, which is why this run-on sentence is appearing since haste is a complete necessity before someone returns from the bathroom and reclaims their seat.
I warned you. Please stay tuned as soon a Caprine Christmas tale will be appearing on a computer monitor near you. Maybe. If I can get near one myself. Oy.