Today is the final day of May. Happy Memorial Day to you all…
Tonight I realized just how cool it would be to be a goat.
I wish I were a goat for the following reasons:
1.
a goat only worries about one thing: where to get it’s next mouthfull of grass from
2.
a goat can headbutt ANYONE who gets in his way
3.
a goat can eat tin cans for fun
4.
a goat has a tail – how cool would having a tail be?
5.
many times a goat has a bell around his neck – this could come in handy, too
6.
a goat can use the bathroom anywhere, anytime
7.
and last but not least, free milk for the whole farm!
I know that somewhere between 5 or 6 days before one’s wedding, one’s brain begins to be “tampered” with by his surroundings. This is happening to Mr. Sheets, thus tonight’s abnormal, yet somewhat “acceptable” STEVANSHEETS.COM post.
Got a lot done today. Ordered 40 carnations, washed a bunch of clothes and bedding, built some stuff, hung a picture on the wall, went to the Warrens for supper, came home and repeated those same steps! Good times.
Dan wooped me in 9-ball tonight – 4 games to Zero. Maybe THAT’S part of the reason this post is so random.
Tomorrow: work, softball, sleep. Wednesday: the first round of BROTHERHOOD™ arrives at the Apartment for the festivities of nuptual-swapping.
This is going to be a crazy couple of days. Am I ready? You bet your goat I am.
