Why goatygoat?? The question is, why not goatygoat? Goatygoat is a spring in your step, a roll in the grass, and a tin can for dinner. Goatygoat enjoys candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach. Goatygoat lives in the now! Goatygoat is all this, and more.
Hummingbird Feeder
I got this as a gift from Olivia for my bridal shower in Minnesota. Or, rather, Ollie took the time to hop online and find a boutique in my town, so I wouldn’t have to carry anything back on the plane. This is what I picked out with her gift certificate.
It’s made of recycled glass, and the birds love it!
Heirloom Tomatoes
I love these lumpy, discolored tomatoes more than just about any other foodstuff on earth, with the possible exception of soft, stinky cheese. More on that later. These tomatoes taste like tomatoes are supposed to…acidic, tangy, with a finish of earthiness that makes me think of childhood. Also, they’re pretty, which is more than can be said for the mealy pink tasteless circles of tomato that you get on your Big Mac.
Plastic Yard Flamingos
My yard is covered in these awful creatures. I love them. Our neighbor’s kid takes pleasure in rearranging them a few times a week, so I never know where they’ll be when I open the front gate. We’ll probably never live in another neighborhood where it’s acceptable, downright encouraged, to have a yard full of the ‘mingos, so it’s now or never for the Mingos Dynasty.
Soft, Stinky Cheese
Seastack from Mt. Townsend Creamery is where it’s at, kids. This stuff has a vegetable ash rind, a very smooth liquidy first layer, and an earthy-tasting inner cheese that’s to die for. Even Randy, man-who-likes-few-cheeses, asks for this one.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 at 08:52PM Last night, I dreamt that a M*A*S*H era Alan Alda climbed into bed with me,and we snuggled and ate popcorn. He was wearing an army drab tee shirt, andthose pants from the fifties with the high waist and the baggy ass.
What, pray tell, does this mean?
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Reader Comments (6)
Did he refer to you as "Hot Lips" by any chance?
No, he didn't, but on a related note: I got my hair chopped into a sleek chin length, straight bob. Came home, and Randy said "You look like Sally Kellerman...you know, from the M*A*S*H movie!".
Weird, dude. I hadn't even told him about the Alan Alda dream yet.
Sounds like you've got this year's Halloween costume. Come to Mpls to join S and me at the annual party!
Aww, man, with a little advance notice I'd have been all over that. I've got the following week off of work, but now I've got visitors penciled in. :)
Have fun in the MinneApple!
finding myself jealous of your dream. i just love alan alda :)
At least it wasn't Klinger...