A little background info is needed here. When I was young . . maybe high school, maybe middle school, probably not elementary school but I can’t remember . . I wanted a lamb. I really, really wanted a lamb and I’m not saying I was a spoiled child but there weren’t many things I asked for that I didn’t get. But, I never got a lamb! Dad always promised me that when I got my own place, he’d get me a lamb.
From time to time, my dad will make noise about getting me a lamb. No, Dad! I no longer want a lamb! This has been going on for years. When we moved to Kentucky in 1997, we had a bit of land and I was so afraid my dad was going to show up with a lamb but he didn’t. But he did threaten! Even now, when Mom and Dad visit us, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see they’re in the car and not the pickup because I know they wouldn’t bring an animal in Mom’s car.
Yesterday I got an e-mail from the San Antonio Express-News and it’s a classified ad Dad has forwarded to me. It’s an ad for a goat! Actually I think it’s for 2 goats.
Dad, I really, really do NOT want a goat. I really, really do NOT want a sheep. But what I really do want to know is . . why the heck is my Dad reading the classified ads in San Antonio, TX?? Somebody doesn’t have enough to do! 🙂