Slight Miscalculation

 We have a garden. Kinda. Also, being this close to the river means we have basically no topsoil. Fine. I just add a little compost every year before we start growing.

Being most of the way done with weeding the box where things die, I ordered a little goat poop 🐐 💩 compost to fill in the gaps here and make mounds for the tomato plants that will never set fruit.  

My neighbor had this sweet hookup for cheap horned daemon crap (Oh, don’t you know? Goats are basically minions of Satan. Adorable. Horned. Minions. I should know. We had four of them, once. Tried to murder me. Ate Spicy Fry’s pig tail clean off her head.) ANYWAY… the guy even delivers and all that for just $40 a load. 

Could not be more perfect. I texted and he said he could deliver this afternoon and I said that seemed stellar. I’d miss him since I had lab but Big Daddy would be here to pay. 

I drove up this evening to find this. In my neighbor’s defense she DID tell me to go with half a load but have you *ever* known me to do anything half way? M’kay, then.

And now every time I walk out the front door, I burst into laughter. That’s a LOT of goat dookie. The clear solution here is a bigger garden for more plants for us to murder. Obviously.