An evening in the life

Josh and I had a wonderful time heading over to Erin's farm yesterday afternoon to pick up our hay order. We took Gracie, who had a tough time figuring out whether she wanted her head on my lap or his. I think she's still getting used to being in the front seat, though she access to the back seat whenever she likes.

Gracie was made for farm life. Once we gave her the command, she jumped out and did a circuit, sniffing the ground before coming to report. We said hello to the Nubian goats, which she adores even though they aren't particularly fond of her - the kept charging the pen bars and generally acting annoyed. Josh adored the goats at the Fair and has been driving me bonkers trying to talk me into getting a goat to take care of the blackberry bushes. We haven't a secured pen that can hold a goat and those things will eat the house without proper penning. They also eat trees! Argh. Next property, Josh, when we have a proper pen and more land for grazing. Meanwhile, he can do homework because I know absolutely nothing about goat care.

Speaking of Josh, we had a funny interchange this morning when he was heading out to work. He's one of those annoyingly chipper folks in the morning. I'm a zombie, zoned out on sleeping meds. Worse yet, I'd woken up with a fever, which I do roughly a few times a month. He'd been particularly peppy this morning after letting the chickens out, so I decided to get even with him.

Me: Hey, look Josh, it's a spider! (Josh is afraid of spiders, I like them)

Josh: Hey, look Tris, its a big dead rat that Libby left outside the den this morning that I cleaned up before waking you up.

Me: Yeah, you win. *shudder*