OMG, it's a DAY OFF!
My last one before things get really nasty at work, and we get into the 16-17 hour days. :(
But yesterday wasn't too bad; I actually kinda enjoy going in on Saturdays, 'cause you can actually get stuff done. And! I met another DT fangirl at my work! That makes like 5 now, not including me! Was on my way to go smoke, wearing my Much Ado t-shirt as I mentioned yesterday, and heard from behind me "*sigh* David Tennant?! Oh my god, I loooove that man." I didn't catch her name (I should totally actually already know it, probably, but I'm horrible with names), but she's a pretty cool, 40-ish kinda punk chick, and she actually knows her DT stuff pretty well (unlike Girlcrush, bless): she was familiar with Single Father and Rex and all of his Graham Norton appearances. I did still have to fill her in on Fright Night, though. Seriously, what is it with Reno and Microsoft and David Tennant fangirls? We should start a club.
Anyway, shockingly, I got off at a very decent hour which left Mr. gin and I time to go have a couple beers then come home and barbeque. In the middle of this, there was a knock at the door and I hear "Hellllo? Anyone home?" It was our friend A, out walking with some friends of hers who were taking their goats for a walk! So we brought the goats into the backyard and turned them loose for a bit (keeping a close eye to ensure they didn't eat any of our lovely plants):
This one adored walking all over the picnic table:
I suck so badly with names, I totally don't remember the girl's name, but I remember that the goat was Vincent Van Goat :)
Mr. gin holding a goat! This goat was Merlin. The funniest thing was that, these are also fainting goats, and when Mr. gin set the goat down it fainted. He freaked out and was "OMG IS IT OKAY?" and the owner like totally blase about it: "Oh yeah, they do that all the time."
They were so cute, walking around and baaa-ing. I kinda want a goat now. Not really, though, because they wanted to eat everything and they are apparently very needy. And they crap everywhere, a lot, all the time. My patio and picnic table can attest to that.
But yesterday wasn't too bad; I actually kinda enjoy going in on Saturdays, 'cause you can actually get stuff done. And! I met another DT fangirl at my work! That makes like 5 now, not including me! Was on my way to go smoke, wearing my Much Ado t-shirt as I mentioned yesterday, and heard from behind me "*sigh* David Tennant?! Oh my god, I loooove that man." I didn't catch her name (I should totally actually already know it, probably, but I'm horrible with names), but she's a pretty cool, 40-ish kinda punk chick, and she actually knows her DT stuff pretty well (unlike Girlcrush, bless): she was familiar with Single Father and Rex and all of his Graham Norton appearances. I did still have to fill her in on Fright Night, though. Seriously, what is it with Reno and Microsoft and David Tennant fangirls? We should start a club.
Anyway, shockingly, I got off at a very decent hour which left Mr. gin and I time to go have a couple beers then come home and barbeque. In the middle of this, there was a knock at the door and I hear "Hellllo? Anyone home?" It was our friend A, out walking with some friends of hers who were taking their goats for a walk! So we brought the goats into the backyard and turned them loose for a bit (keeping a close eye to ensure they didn't eat any of our lovely plants):
This one adored walking all over the picnic table:
I suck so badly with names, I totally don't remember the girl's name, but I remember that the goat was Vincent Van Goat :)
Mr. gin holding a goat! This goat was Merlin. The funniest thing was that, these are also fainting goats, and when Mr. gin set the goat down it fainted. He freaked out and was "OMG IS IT OKAY?" and the owner like totally blase about it: "Oh yeah, they do that all the time."
They were so cute, walking around and baaa-ing. I kinda want a goat now. Not really, though, because they wanted to eat everything and they are apparently very needy. And they crap everywhere, a lot, all the time. My patio and picnic table can attest to that.