Ever since visions of French crullers danced through my head the other night (they don’t exist in Italy), this has run through my mind at every goat-feeding time:
“Time to feed the goat-ies . . .”
Anyone else experience this? No? Just me?
Hmm. Maybe I just want a donut. You think I could have a French cruller Fed Ex’ed from DD?
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