Goats R Us

For those of you who have not yet seen Hacienda Hoffman and its environs, we live UP IN THE HILLS. I recognize that it's probably not as remote as living deep in the heart of the Appalachians or something, but for a city girl, it feels pretty rural. This was brought home the other day as I drove Bean to preschool and passed a large herd of goats that had been brought in to crop the hillside down in preparation for "fire season". This in and of itself is not terribly humorous, I realize, but you have to understand...these goats came packaged in a truck that was labelled "Goats R Us". I'm serious. I howled with laughter the entire way to preschool. I was screaming with laughter on the way home as I saw the goats being coaxed back towards the truck...and one rogue goat broke free and galumphed back up the hill, pursued hotly by not only the goat wranglers, but a number of his peers who had that clear "Freeeeedom!!! Freeeeeedom!!!" lope to their gait.

This was probably funnier in real time, but honestly, for a Monday morning, it was pretty awesome.