The goats invited us to a Christmas concert. I’ve never mentioned the goats before because, quite frankly, they’re a pain in the you know what. Gus and I went down to hear them sing. Talk about disappointing. It was a dozen goats lip syncing to an old Michael Bolton Christmas album and bobbing their dumb goat heads. Typical.
Gus found a recipe for sugar cookies. Tomorrow should be interesting.
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