Ladies and gents, I am now officially a farm girl. I am never coming back to Portland. Sorry Jess, you’ll have to find a new roommate.
Before I came, Keith told me he had two surprise presents for me.
They are yearlings, and will be bred in the fall so that we can have milk next year. Ramona’s family is apparently famous for their big titties, so we should be sittin’ pretty next year. They are like two golden retrievers in that they are very attached to humans and want to sit on your lap all the time. They are like autistic twins in that they do everything in tandem and are smarter than is really necessary. They scream the haunting scream of a pubescent boy being murdered when you leave the barnyard. Keith is their god, and they worship him fervently. Whenever he walks up to the barnyard, they break into a run and nearly knock him over with exuberance.
In other news, I fainted while on a walk up the hill on Friday. I just keeled over for some reason. My pulse was all erratic and slow. I should probably get myself checked out.