Goat Update: Shovels and Fire and Pics You Should Never Have To Look At. I Am So So Sorry.

Guess where I ended up spending my day and evening? Where would Country Girl go that she would stumble across this? And this?
And who does she know that would possibly wear this?
Yeah you guessed it. My frat boy neighbors with their new goat pets.

I had no intentions whatsoever of hangin with the boys today. I am WAY too cool and WAY too busy for such childish antics. But when I looked over the fence while checkin my email...I saw something that was extremely disconcerting to me. They were digging a hole.
And I could only see one goat. And you all got me totally freaked out about what they are doing with those goats. Where was Bartholomew?????
WARNING WARNING! THE NEXT PIC IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR SMALL CHILDREN OR LADIES OR PEOPLE WHO ARE EATING OR PEOPLE WITH SIGHT! FOR REAL. I AM TOTALLY SERIOUS!

But the one goat that I could see...Rutherford, was not looking so good. He was not looking so good at all. I think he might be sick...or have eaten my Mexican Soup. And it was not his friend.

REPEAT: DO NOT LOOK AT THE NEXT PIC. GO PLUCK YOUR NOSE HAIRS OR CLICK ON THE CASINO POP UP...BUT PLEASE CLOSE THIS SILLY BLOG DOWN!!! SERIOUSLY!

I warned you. But he was sick. Very sick. And I could not find the other goat. So I begged Indiana Jones to go over there and see what in the world was going on.

You can only imagine how that conversation went.

So I did what any sane, concerned, level headed mother of three small children living next to fraternity college boys with goats would do: I sent my Twerps over to check the situation out. I OF COURSE watched from the window with my zoom lens. Don't you judge me. And when things started to get a little crazy, I cried and tore my clothes and put on a sack clothe and wiped ashes on my face...and then IJ went over. He was SUPPOSE to see if they were digging a grave for a goat. But instead I soon noticed he had JOINED IN this evil plot against goatkind.

So it left me with no other choice than to go over too.
And I found it was a FIRE PIT! They were gonna BBQ the goat!NO NO NO. I soon found out they were having a tailgate party and the goats were fine....well, as fine as they could be living in a fraternity house. And they asked us to come over...only cause they heard I was cooking.
So I made some chili....and some hot wings....and some brownies....and I marched myself over there. Bearing gifts and glad tidings.... and my zoom lens.

You can only imagine how much they must love me.