Well, knock me over with a feather.
Douse me with beer, dip me in flour and dump me in boiling oil.
The One kept his promise.
Day 12 of the Obama administration, the Promise was kept.
Well, in a government-committee-designing-a-horse kind of way.
Castle Argghhh! got our Unicorn.
Oh, not the rainbow-burping, gold-farting one we were led to believe (shoulda read the fine print - they only went to high-ranking Democrat cabinet officials needing help paying their taxes).
But we got our unicorn.
Really.
Oh, yes, Virginia - that's a bona-fide uni-horned animal. This is apparently what you get if you're a non-supportive Right Winger (again, that damned small print on those promissory notes).
No rainbows.
No gold.
But like a lot of government programs, she's painfully bloated.
With milk. And is going to require an infusion of our funds to get the program back on track and healthy. And in the spirit of the Obamanation, we were volunteered to assume thisposition role and provide care for the less fortunate.
I dunno. Perhaps it's a sign that President Obama wants us Reich-Wingers to go off the grid and just sulk in our Castles...
But, dammit, I have to admit, the Dems kept their promise. We got a unicorn at Castle Argghhh!
On Day 11 of the Obama Administration.
That's faster than they delivered a stimulus package that wasn't a laughable package of stuff to offend Halal dietary considerations.
Douse me with beer, dip me in flour and dump me in boiling oil.
The One kept his promise.
Day 12 of the Obama administration, the Promise was kept.
Well, in a government-committee-designing-a-horse kind of way.
Castle Argghhh! got our Unicorn.
Oh, not the rainbow-burping, gold-farting one we were led to believe (shoulda read the fine print - they only went to high-ranking Democrat cabinet officials needing help paying their taxes).
But we got our unicorn.
Really.
Oh, yes, Virginia - that's a bona-fide uni-horned animal. This is apparently what you get if you're a non-supportive Right Winger (again, that damned small print on those promissory notes).
No rainbows.
No gold.
But like a lot of government programs, she's painfully bloated.
With milk. And is going to require an infusion of our funds to get the program back on track and healthy. And in the spirit of the Obamanation, we were volunteered to assume this
I dunno. Perhaps it's a sign that President Obama wants us Reich-Wingers to go off the grid and just sulk in our Castles...
But, dammit, I have to admit, the Dems kept their promise. We got a unicorn at Castle Argghhh!
On Day 11 of the Obama Administration.
That's faster than they delivered a stimulus package that wasn't a laughable package of stuff to offend Halal dietary considerations.
I suspect Carborundum was tired of the joke, and took matters under his own wing.
When the goat arrived on Saturday, no one was more surprised that SWWBO or myself.
I'm just not that clever to have done this on purpose.
And naturally, even though she is not my goat, I'm the adult, and I'm caring for her. My friend, Robin, milker of goats, made an emergency visit yesterday and got nearly a gallon of milk from the unicorned lady and taught me how to milk her.
I tried to milk her by myself last night, and she kicked over the milkbucket, I think maybe I'll try tying her up this morning, see if I can control her a bit easier.
Since we currently have two pregnant does, Beth is thinking about keeping this one (as yet un-named) lactating to have a back-up in case we have a problem when Morgan and Serafina drop their kids.
Cricket - this place is actually a former dairy farm, and while we have sold off the old milking gear, the milking stalls are still in place, so Beth has a place to work - though she's going to have to make some modifications to account for the size difference.
Josh - yanno what dairy farmers don't do?
Travel. Take vacations. Go away for a few days.
Because the critters got to get milked, or they'll be in pain and/or get sick.
We don't want to be dairy farmers. But, since we aren't planning on going anywhere between now and the time the does drop their kids, we can keep her milking so that we have a hedge should there be a problem like a doe dies or refuses to nurse her kid.
But if you're going to run a dairy operation, that puts some real bounds on your life unless you can run a large enough one to have someone cover for you.
And there's plenty of steel and plastic and wood in the Arsenal, too.