Goofing on Wyoming...

So last night me and Murray were hanging out and giggling about our future plans. Lately, our impending empty nest has been the hot topic of discussion (it's five years away...but still...). I told him the real fun would begin when we both retired from our day jobs - at this point we still have about 18 years of working to go. But what fun we have dreaming!

Anyway, we began to giggle about how we would assimilate into our Wyoming town once we're fully retired and able to pursue any wacky or eccentric dreams we might think up. We came up with the following:

1. We will start trapping. Not trap shooting, but trapping. And make our own clothes. From coyotes.

2. We will only come to town in full coyote regalia.

3. We will have goats. Pygmy goats. This is my dream. Don't be jealous.

4. We will breed the goats with jackrabbits and create a new species. The "Jack-A-Goat". You're upset you didn't think of it first. I can tell. I hear you breathing.

5. Murray will make me a Jack-A Goat hat complete with floppy ears, mini pygmy goat horns and...

(wait for it...)

a 'chin strap with a mini beard attached'.

6. I told Murray I would put all of this on our blog so we'd never forget how silly we are. And maybe in 18 years our senility will kick in and we'll need something to remind us of our dreams.

Be blessed friends! Hope I could make you laugh today!