I see London, I see France, I see Mojo's Underpants

I packed my back pack after my post this morning for swimming: goggles, cap, soap, shampoo, clean clothes for running errands. I finished my run at the park and drove the gym, changed out of my running clothes, opened my back pack and didn't see a swim suit. I knew I forgot something!

Shit...I have to meet hay man at 1pm. I didn't want to have to drive the big hay truck all the way back home. It takes me 15 minutes one way. I found a pair of clean, red and white Christmas candy cane underwear in my bag. They were better than my jogging shorts! I put my hot pink jog bra back on with my Christmas underwear and did 1,500. I stayed on schedule too. I have all three lamb dishes in the works, various stages or simmering or marinating now. I also took my glass of wine outside and watched the goats on the playground, with my "architect" husband for awhile. Thanks for all your hard work honey, I know the goats will love it!

See, triathlons have taught me what's important.. You gotta do what you gotta do! Like swim in my underpants and help build goat playgrounds.

And the goats.. They think laying three feet away or in the feeders is VERY important. They are highly pissed off that the feeding stations have been moved and locked off.

I say.... Nanananananannanaaaa!

You can't lay and crap in them anymore! I can catch you now too. Nanananana Boo-Boo