Lights, Camera, Goats!

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Whoo! Guess who? Cha of course it's me.
Ya know what? My life is like a movie. I know that's disgustingly cliche' but it's honestly the truth. Because here's how my last two days have gone:
I got the sudden spontaneous urge to chop off my hair with kitchen-scissors.
...that didn't turn out pretty
I had to get my hair 'repaired' by some fat lady at the hair cutting place
Today I went to the doctors and at the doctors I aquired pink-eye
I was eating my Now and Later at the goat's play pen and one jumped up and ate it out of my hands
That made me frown because I like Now and Laters
I petted the donkey and laughed cause he had a funny hair cut
And just now I fell in slow motion
See? Maybe my life is a movie, and no one's telling me. Maybe it's a documentary about the mentally crippled h
Tee look at that little ambulance thing!
Ahem. Anyway, all summed up:
The goat ate my Now and later. I have "pink-eye" even though my eye isn't pink. I am afraid of bubble baths. My hair would make one think I'm a man. No one can tell the difference. Bananas have 153 calories. This blog whomps.
Toodles! Julie

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