Yesterday was the best day of my life. As if it wasn't amazing enough just to see my family and enjoy an enormous meal together, my cousin drove us with a John Deere tractor on a hay ride to a world famous farm of fainting goats. We got to play with the baby kids!!! Apparently goats tend to be born around Christmas.
Not even my tough, lawyerly brother could resist the charms of a softly baaaaing baby goat.
Santa greeted us upon our return, and unsurprisingly, every kid requested a baby goat. I want one that can will either (1) stay a baby forever or (2) automatically produce goat cheese.
Now we're off to Fredricksburg, where Iwill remain on high-alert for vineyards and goat farms.
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