Friday Night

It was Friday night and I heard my husband pull into the drive. I went outside to greet him… and I hear goats. Yep, goats. (typically a four letter word for us sheep people). Goat people are crazy, us sheep people are totally normal. Oh, you didn’t know that? Yep. We’re super normal. Glad we got that cleared up.

Back to the story: when we bought our property a few months back there was a lot (like, A LOT) of junk left behind. One item left was an old truck. Now, this is not one of those cool, old vintage trucks. Nope this is just a junky old truck, it’s really no wonder they left it behind. We wanted this said truck off the property so Wade put an ad on Craigslist trading the truck for goats. We wanted goats to help with weed abatement (there were a lot of weeds left behind too).

The only reply from the ad he got was from a lady who had goats to give him. Wade was thrilled! And then she told Wade to keep the truck. The truck is really that bad.

Here are our new goats:

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I love that Wade randomly coming home with goats on a Friday night isn’t surprising. And that watching the goats follow him around was our Friday night entertainment.

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You know what the goats love? They love Wade.

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So now we have goats.
We’re still trying to get rid of the truck.

Alexis



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