But I dunno. I'm fickle like that.
They're bred for January (in theory, of course not showing yet), tiny little things like I've been looking for. So why is it, when what I've been wanting practically is staring me in the face, I start changing my mind?
Seriously bitsy goats here, which is what tiny-acreage me needs, but ugh... what if I do something wrong and they suffer for my stupidity? I've been researching more and more, but lately it seems everything I touch just falls apart no matter what I do; forgive the drama there, but geez... someone tell me there no such thing as bad luck! Or maybe voodoo, the way things have been, lol.
So I dunno... DH called me on his first break and weaseled the seller's phone number out of me, and is threatening to just bring them home without my say-so.
Aw forget it... I'm going to go build that pen and set it up. No sense denying the inevitable, is there?
They're bred for January (in theory, of course not showing yet), tiny little things like I've been looking for. So why is it, when what I've been wanting practically is staring me in the face, I start changing my mind?
So I dunno... DH called me on his first break and weaseled the seller's phone number out of me, and is threatening to just bring them home without my say-so.
Aw forget it... I'm going to go build that pen and set it up. No sense denying the inevitable, is there?