Goat Hunt
The problem with trying to raise decent, responsible humans is that you've got to be one yourself, even when you don't really feel like it. Which is how I found myself on a goat hunt at 9:00 last night. Quick, unnecessary recap: my middle daughter wanted to sell a market goat at fair last summer and now I'm a reluctant goat rancher. Anyway, the goat she bred in May finally gave birth to twins (not triplets, thank the lord for small mercies) and yours truly has carried the bulk of responsibility of making sure momma goat and Brooks and Dunn all live to see another day. They're a little over a week old so they've been out foraging in the pasture and are supposed to be put away at night. Now, there will be no finger pointing but suffice it to say that it was dark:thirty when we got home last night, and wouldn't you know it, Brooks and Dunn were no where to be seen. Now, as someone who tends to fall to the worst possible outcome rather quickly, even I wasn't con...