If I Only Had a Goat!

 One of the difficulties of writing and reading something is supplying the appropriate emotion.  I may write in sarcasm what another reads in sincerity, or vice-versa.  I realize emoticons were invented for exactly such a purpose and may find myself making more use of them.  Why?

Yesterday's post about Holy Spirit vs. Cake, Walmart, and Armadillos  was read by someone in my "wider" audience.  My niece, whom I do not know as well as I should, read it and in response, recommended to me a site called  www.peopleofwalmart.com.  I found the site, looked at it for little, and realized something:  My niece doesn't know I'm a hick.

See the first picture up there?  That's my truck.  I drive it everyday.  I love my truck.  Right now I have brake parts on the front seat and 50 pounds of wood chips in the back.  Oh, and the Wrought Iron Bedstead that I pulled OUT OF THE TRASH at the transfer station.  When it stops raining I will lean it up against the tree where some 20 windows are leaning, that I got at the same Transfer Station, waiting to be made into a greenhouse. 

These are some of my chickens, right outside the back door.  They don't have quite that freedom of movement since the Great Hawk Attacks of 2010, but more than once I've had chicken in the kitchen, alive and kickin'.  (I sense a song in there! I invoke my authorial rights to the above sentence, you potential song-stealing varmints!  Hands off!)

Playing with my first flock of hens.  Overalls.  Bought another pair since then a little more heavy duty.  Guess what is my favorite thing to wear?  Yep.  (And those under the misapprehension that those are Real Croc's obviously do not know I would never pay over 4$ for a pair of shoes whose only purpose is keep the chicken poop from between my toes.)

One of my other favorite outfits when it is not warm outside:  dress, long johns, sandals.  I do wear it in public.  Yes, the long johns show underneath. 

So, when I wrote: " I skipped with glee down the aisles, thinking, "Yes, my fellow country dwellers!  This is our Walmart!  Bring your goats in the back of your truck!  Stop by with your chickens!...", you must understand that  I Am Serious.

But,  I don't have booster seats for my chickens, and the ducks won't stay behind the seat belts. ( I know this from experience.)  I suspect a goat might be a better travel companion. If  I only had one.  :(

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