If you are a theatre person you will laugh knowingly, having got the joke. If you are not you may think it's cute that I named my goat. If you are a farmer you will look at me strangely and know I am not a farmer. This is okay.
It was one winter. I had moved into my grandmothers house in the country. It was a very old house, at least by Californian standards. It is out in the country and the weeds had grown so high it had blown out the moter on my electric lawn mower. So what did I do while my then boyfriend was at work?
I bought a goat.
She was small and cute and cost me $35.
"Look," I said when he got home. We were in this funny stage, so anything new I threw at him could mean disaster.
"Did you buy that?" He questioned.
"Yes. A lawn mower!"
He had that look on he always got when I had gone too far.
You should never leave me alone for too long, I thought. I'm libel to do something which seems like a good idea; and then we get a goat.
I bought a goat.
She was small and cute and cost me $35.
"Look," I said when he got home. We were in this funny stage, so anything new I threw at him could mean disaster.
"Did you buy that?" He questioned.
"Yes. A lawn mower!"
He had that look on he always got when I had gone too far.
You should never leave me alone for too long, I thought. I'm libel to do something which seems like a good idea; and then we get a goat.
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