My plans for yesterday were simple.
Work. Lunch. Shop. Memorial. Work. Fun.
Alas, everything came to a screeching halt after "Lunch" because my trip to Olive Garden resulted in gastrointestinal distress so bad that I would have been relieved if an alien were to burst out of my intestines...
Not an actual representation of my afternoon... but darn close.
Then things got a little depressing for me, because nobody wants their plans foiled by a plate of Fettuccine Alfredo.
Especially when the Fettuccine Alfredo isn't even real Fettuccine Alfredo, and is made with a cream base.
But then I saw a video of French goats playing on a "flexible steel ribbon," and everything was fine again...
Silly goats.
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Totes ma goats.
Dig the scruffy fella on the left just taking it all in and nudging the little ones back into the fray. Good babysitter.
thanks, dave. I WANT A GOAT NOW, MORE THAN EVER!
although i kind of need to know what the bearded one is tied down and the others are free. that makes me kinda sad.
That is great great, thanks for sharing. Sorry about the olive garden.