…and when I literally don’t cut the mustard, I feel the figurative “don’t cut the mustard.”
When I feel this overarching dullness in my life, I…well, I exhibit what my Farmer considers “species desperation.”
I think there’s only one thing to do when the garden gets away from me, goes wild, overwhelms…shoot, when anything goes wrong in life I’m sure it could be fixed with…
…going shopping for a goat.*
My Farmer thinks bringing in a whole new species is a bit much. I just feel like I need serious reinforcements and good conversation like that from a noisy ruminate.
Coupled with the retail therapy component, I’m convinced procuring a goat may just be the ultimate solution to the predicament I’m in with my garden. I’m calling it a cloven-hoof-intervention. The mere thought of the talkative little “hoovers” just makes me smile at life. Some day, I’ll have another goat…
…last one I had died – they’re harder to keep alive than bovine. But I’m not daunted – oh no, I will get my goat…
…and my cattleman will like it whether he likes it or not. Good lookin’ species snob that he is – he may not want to admit that goat is the number one red meat (by volume consumed worldwide), but he’ll forgive me when I tell him the little weedeater is staying or… I’ll not cook beef for a month. mwahahahaaaa
I envision myself cutting the mustard like never before!
Going caprine…in my mind until my marriage can support it…
Meeeheeeheeeh vs. Moo
P.S. Anna at Goat Girl Gazette – please send help fast. 🙂
P.P.S. *For a fun goat shopping story, visit the Farmlet.
Do you have a goat? Does your garden overwhelm you? The weeds taunt, and my winter gardening intentions are always bigger than my spring/summer availability. Sympathetic comments, anyone?