Abby was exhausted when she got home, and fell asleep in her recliner right away, with her bear shoes propped high up on the “green thing,” which my friends in Norman always called an LBUA, or Leaner Backer Upper Againster.
So I went to mow, but first I wanted to cut at least some of the dead branches off of the old apple tree in Dorothy’s yard, since I saw her today (to get her column, which she has decided to start writing again – yay!), and she gave me her blessing. We think last summer’s heat and drought are the cause of so many trees being dead now.
While I was cutting off these huge branches, I noticed Buxton the Goat had joined me. Odd, I thought. He doesn’t have opposable thumbs, so he couldn’t have opened the gate. I must have left it open, but that had to have been yesterday, so he only came out of the back yard when he saw me. I walked over to him as he ate leaves off of one of Abby’s Rose-of-Sharon and said, “Come on.” He followed completely, and surprisingly, obediently, through the gate into the back yard. What a good boy.
The whole time I was chain sawing and mowing and dragging branches, I had the Third Eye Blind song Non-Dairy Creamer playing in my head. In particular, I kept hearing, “They call it KFC ’cause it’s not really chicken.” I get it, Stephan, but hey, both of those statements are wrong. They call it “KFC” because Americans are lazy and don’t like to say whole words. KFC was just easier. And while it’s not a paradigm of well-prepared chicken, it is actually chicken.
I finished my night by showering to get the sawdust out of my hair.
I envision a time in the future when all words in English are merely strings of letters that used to mean something else: KFC, JCP, MCI, POTUS, LOL, YMMV, GMC.
Unfortunately, WCF (my initials) has more syllables than my actual name — five instead of four — so I’ll likely change my first name to make it lazier to pronounce the initials.
Our family (WCF, MFF, and RLF) sends you good vibes.
The leaner backer upper againster is more properly called a “husband”. I know, right? Also, Buxton is a very good boy and I love his glowy amber eyes.
Did I put my comment about Bux on the wrong thread? Man, that sure is a great picture of a goat!!
I hope you won’t have me arrested, but I just have to share this picture on facebook! It’s the best goat picture ever!
I can’t steal it!! You have it secured!!! What’s the matter! Don’t you trust me??? You act like I was going to steal it!! I’m insulted!!