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How do cats manage to do this? And why? Anyone?…Anyone? Bueller?

While driving my sister to a bridal shop so she could buy a bridesmaid dress she’ll wear once, and then never again, our gripe session about the freeway traffic was interrupted by her ringing cell phone. This is what I heard:

Sister: Hello?
Sister: A cucumber mint sorbet? OK.
Sister: For lunch or dinner?
Sister: Is it an amuse bouche? Or for dessert?
Sister: OK. Yeah. I can do that.

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This NaBloPoMo thing is hard. Having to think of something to write each day is challenging enough, but trying to come up with something people might want to read? That causes me serious brain farts. But after yesterday’s brunch with Schnozz and Moose, I realized I was trying too hard. See, they make it look easy. Now I realize I should just write what I want to write. If people want to read it? Bonus! If they hate it and leave mean comments? Well, I have the power to delete those comments, and I will, so go ahead and try. And what if I write something that pisses someone off? Well, great! Because this guest list of mine for the wedding is too long anyway.

And, if all else fails, and I can’t think of anything to post about? I’m not above stealing an idea from someone else.

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Yesterday on the way to meet with a wedding photographer in Pleasanton, Matte and I saw a heard of goats standing right next to the highway. Next to, as in three feet away from asphalt. These goats were not spread out across a vast field, they stood packed onto a small incline, in a place they seemed they did not belong. The only thing separating the goats from the speeding cars was a flimsy-looking fence. A low, flimsy-looking fence. Any goat with a death wish could have hurdled the fence, and been immediately thrown into a terrifying real-life game of Frogger.

But these goats weren’t bothered by the noise or peril of passing traffic, nor did they act displaced. In fact, they were oblivious to it all, intently eating the golden weeds and grass on the hill. The sight caught me off-guard. One doesn’t expect to encounter such a thing, at such a place. It was like seeing Nicole Richie scarfing a dozen donuts at Krispy Kreme.*

On the way home, I kept my eyes peeled for the goats. I needed to make sure Matte and I hadn’t been hallucinating. Sure enough, there they were, still dining on the fine vegetation off Highway 680. But this time, I noticed something else. A sign on the hill that read “Goats R Us.” What the hell is Goats R Us?

Being the investigative type I am, I consulted Google to find the answer. Goats R Us is a family-owned business that “rents out” goats to aid in weed eradication and brush reduction. Too lazy to whack your own weeds? Sure, you could hire a gardener to help, but why do that when you can get your goat(s) for just $700 an acre. Just look how cute they are! (Images from Goats R Us.)

Doesn’t sound like such a baaaa-d idea to me!

*Matte came up with that analogy. The best I could compare it to was seeing Tom Cruise presenting at a Psychiatrist’s convention.

As I type, I am enjoying my first gingerbread latte of the season. This is the one holiday-related item I don’t mind arriving too early in the year, unlike the Christmas carols I heard last week in the Hallmark store. Can we at least wait until after Halloween for that? But the gingerbread latte? It can’t come soon enough. It’s like a gingerbread cookie with less guilt. Plus it has the added bonus of caffeine! What more could you ask for?

And by the way, as this gingerbread-y goodness signals the beginning of Yuletide, I feel it is my duty to alert you that there are only 50 days until Christmas.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Thank you, Kristine, for making this week’s assignment so easy.

1. The Good
2. The Bad
3. The Ugly

In honor of Halloween this week, I decided to showcase some of Matte’s action figures.

The Good. Guess who? I think he’s the least evil of the collection. And the hottest, if you ask me.

The Bad. This dude is the ultimate bad guy in Diablo, according to Matte. I’m constantly learning new things from my fiance.

The Ugly. The ugly is also bad. He’s Baan, the ultimate bad guy in Diablo II. Look at the large size version  of him on my Flickr page. Baan has blue veins and weird zits all over himself. He creeps me out.

Bet I out uglied ya, didn’t I? I apologize for any nightmares I may have caused. Didja play? Didja?

*Or not.

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