the funny thing was, when we moved here we were warned by everyone not to share any personal info b/c it would quickly become the towns business. we laughed a lot about this - i mean seriously what would be the worst that could happen? and kinda like what wombat and that no account brother did (hee hee!) , we started makin' up wild stories just to keep town people on their toes. so far we havent been thrown out of church and they still take our money at the feed store so.. you know... i guess being the oddity has its own rewards.
anydarnway
what happened was - we were taking the goat back to the breeder and all was great until about 1.5 miles from town when the cardboardmeter or the old timers belt or some such car part blew and there we were stranded. with the goat. who turned out to be a prize winning goat and worth much more than we paid for her. yikes!
so the only phone number i could remember was the neighbor's - a nice family who we arent awfully close to - and of course they werent there. i set my hubby walkin back to the house (a couple of miles, up hill) for the other truck and off he went. bein' as it was 90+* and i was bakin in the sun with the prize winning goat - i quickly developed a new sense of urgency for religion. so me and the goat started prayin as i was afraid she'd become a burn offering there in the sun.
and wouldnt you know it.
not 2 mins later here come the neighbors who just so happened to be driving that way - the way they NEVER go. me and the goat had a moment of praise and then they scooped up my hubby and returned with the good truck. we loaded up the goat and off we went to safety.
we still had to take the goat to the breeder. so we put the seat down in the back of our still kind of nice crew cab truck and he pushed and i pulled and we got the prize winning goat in the truck without ripping off her udder. then she peed all over the back seat of the truck. nannies berries were next. and off we went for me to spend the next 1.5 hrs with her slobberin and drooling all over me. just as she settled down - we got there and collapsed in a grateful heap at the feet of this poor goat guy.
mercifully the bad truck is still there and it was not vandalized by the town kids. so now we have to go and tow it home. or something. oh geez.
i imagine i'll have to come up with somethin' to tell the folks at the feed store - i might make up something about Holland, or not having any shoes, or taken an ostrich to the vet or something.. but can you believe it!?
