Snow Plow

Well, the goats were actually smart this time. It's not fit for man or beast out there. It's snowing like cats and dogs or whatever the winter equivalent is.

With that said, guess where Gus is? That's right. He's out in the snow using the tractor to plow paths to and fro . . .

He needs supervision.

Gotta go . . .

Black

snow emergency

I got a memo from the goats.

"Due to inclement weather we won’t be working tomorrow."

Work? I still haven’t figured out why Farmer even lets those stupid goats live on the farm. Let alone what work they do.

Whether emergency.

Crazy,

Black

whether men

I think they should call meterologists "whether men" because they just tell you whatever they want whether they are right or wrong. We were supposed to get 12 inches of snow. What we really got was 3 inches. Big difference.

I wouldn't know what to do if they called for a nice sun shiny day.

Black

Toast!

I've decided that I like toast much better than bread. Sure, they're basically the same stuff. But toast is so much better. It's warm. It's crunchy. It's buttery. And it's fun to say.

Toast. Toast. Toast? Toast!

Toast,

Gus

Lost?

Gus found out that John Locke has been lost on this island for six seasons. He said, "Even I could get found in six years. Sheesh!"

He might be right.

Black

Gilligan

Last night they had mens figure skating on the Olympics. I just can't watch that stuff. It's like they're trying to make a contest out of art. Anyway, Gus started to flip around on the old remote control. He landed on some show about a bunch of people stranded on an island.

"Oh. Leave it here. This is Gilligan's Island."

Gus said, "Yeah, the three hour tour?"

So we watched. Forty five minuted in and I'm confused. Who is this John Locke guy?

Lost,

Black

Downhill

Gus has watched the Olympics for the past few days. He's really enjoyed it. So much so that he's ordered skis off the internet.

What's going to happen when they show the bob sled?

Black