No matter how I feel, my goats always make me happy. They make me laugh. Sometimes the comparison between Leslie's beard and my own make me snicker. Sometimes the fact that I thought Bella was actually a Bella is enough to make me guffaw. Because really, what kind of farmer - what kind of mother am I to not be able to tell between a girl and a guy?
|My dad's mighty Oak.|
And what's not to love?