It’s my birthday in 5 days and this is what I want!

 

Yes! It’s a little Goatling, so sweet and nuzzily and delicious -

 

I want to eat it!

 

~ I mean, eat its yummy milk-derived foods like yogurt and feta.

 

Anyway, I have serious doubts about a goatling’s ability to navigate safely through the uber-agressive gauntlet of NZ customs sniffer canines (truly the most aggressive thing about New Zealand, roaring Rugby players and sleep deprived midwives notwithstanding) and so, this year (and a few subsequent years) I will have to lay my goat desires in a soft little bed of mind-hay where they will be safe and happy until I can return for them - and gobble them up!

 

~ I mean drink their sweet sweet musky goat milklove

 

And yes, it is past my bed time.

 

What I really want for my birthday is a tart slice of rhubarb pie with a wholegrain crust and a long back massage and 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

 

That’s right baby-mine, I’m addressing that last one at you (or all three if you think you’re up to it).

 

(and if you’re not in the market for any of the above mentionings I could also use some organic shampoo, breast milk storage bags, a shopping spree at Value Village for some black long-sleeved shirts and a durable bag to take to births, a new bottle of Eucalan wool wash for diaper covers, something mind-numbing to read on the plane, socks, some thick, black hair elastics and one bloody package of disposable diapers that don’t contain crazy absorbent gel to use on the 38 hours trip to New Zealand

apparently it’s sooooo hard to find these. what’s the deal?! The woman at the store today informed me that without the gel, the diapers *would not work*. Very interesting. So, what you’re saying is that - in, say, the 80’s and 90’s or whenever before Super Absorbent Freaky Gel existed, babies just PEED right through every. single. diaper. Amazing. So glad we do not live in those Neolithic times, the hardships astound me.

Oh, or actually, I’m just trying to have my to-do list of necessary supplies given to me masquerading as enjoyable gifts. Because, really, who could enjoy

diapers that are like wrapping your child’s bum in a paper colander?!)

 

As I was saying, I’d like the goat please.

 

Thank You.

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