Three-Day Weekend, How I Love Thee
Seriously, you should come around more often. Don't be a stranger! I love you for all you have given me, but mostly I love you just because you're you.
On Sunday, we took the kid to a farm. We go every year. She lives for the kittens that reside in the barn (would someone please tell her that we are dog people?). My favorite this year was a goat who was only ten days old. I actually had heart palpitations over the cuteness. Once they get a little older, they only come to you if you have food, but he hung out with me even after our milk bottle was empty. I was also smitten with a piglet who was scampering about. I assured him that I don't eat his people and he was down with that.
I asked one of the farm employees a question I've always had in the back of my mind. Every year on the farm there are new baby goats, pigs, etc. Obviously, most are not there the following year, as it would not be practical to keep all of them. This is a working farm but is mostly billed as a family/tourist destination. From what I've observed, the animals are well cared for and I've noticed that parents are diligent about keeping their kids from harming the wee creatures. Anyway, I asked the guy if some of the animals are sold at auction. He hesitated for a second and said, "Well, some of them. We keep most of the females for breeding stock." What happens to the rest of the males was left unsaid. I guess if you are a four-legged creature born on a farm, you'd better hope you were born with a vagina.
On Monday, we didn't do anything spectacular. I took the kid shopping with me and then took her to an indoor amusement center. It features a carousel, train, climbing area, and games. I hit the jackpot on one game and received 100 tickets in one shot. Yes, I'm that good. However, you could have a million tickets and the only prize you can earn is . . . well, let's face it. It's all crap. I came home with a heap o'Smarties in my purse.
Until we meet again, three-day weekend. How's September work for you?