Photo study of Goat and fallow gleaned from his mother-in-law's closet-cleaning efforts interspersed with interesting Goat facts.
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The Goat has a floor jack from the Paleozoic age. Don't believe me? Dig the last pic in this post.
Save for the broken ankle trauma earlier this year, the only time the Goat ever called off work during in his 37-year career was when I went into false labor.
Speaking of Lil' OB (who just got her temp/learner's permit), the Goat always always always urges her to get a jacket.
"Are you sure? It might be cooler down there by the lake."
"No, Dad."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Just get one and we'll throw it in the back seat, you know, just in case."
Photo essay notwithstanding, the Goat rarely wears hats unless it is raining.
The Goat loves dinner leftovers for breakfast, but always acts as though he's doing me favor when he consumes them.
"Guess I'll eat down these mashed potatoes."
Thanks, Goat.
I love my Goat.
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5 comments:
Ya gotta love a plaid hat, especially in red and black. Tell your Goat to don that hat if he's ever in Michigan during the firearm deer season in November, just to be safe.
The beret works best.
that goat, he's one lucky man. he's got you.
Nice hats...nice model...good information...Thanks
Thanks, gang!
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