If I was a poetess I would write a beautiful poem about the glorious lambar bucket. I fall in love with it all over again year after year. I love it almost as much as I love my dishwasher...I'm just lazy that way.
It goes outside with the babies when they go outside in the mornings....I go out and pour warm milk into it many times throughout the day....and it makes baby goats all fat and lazy like this...
Speaking of being in love. Someone needs to come and get this kid away from me soon. She is still known as girl one....
I am seriously smitten with her....and she knows it. She is all that and a bag of chips....and boy do I love chips.
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