It's Fr-YIE-day!!

If you are my friend Laura or if you live in Denver and listen to 105.9 between 3-7 p.m. on a Friday, you will totally get the meaning of the name of this post...  Otherwise...oh well.

I have to admit that not very many things are funny today.  I have a cold.  Not funny.  Luke had to go spend lots of moolah to register his car today.  Not funny.  Luke's car's VIN number was listed wrong on our insurance, preventing the car registration.  Not funny.  The insurance office tried to fax a new copy to Luke, but their fax machine wasn't working.  So they e-mailed it to me and I printed it off and took it to Luke at the registration office.  Not funny. Actually I did find that kinda funny...  And last but definitely not least, BYU is playing UCF tonight, and who knows how that will turn out after last weeks horrifying game.  Not funny.  I could go on and on...

But, I'm sure you will be pleased to know that I did find something I thought was very amusing on Yahoo.  (Since, I don't watch the news I rely on Yahoo to keep me updated on what's going on in the world...  You know, the important stuff, like how the octomom is about to lose her house and what not to buy at Gap.)

Well I would like to share-on this friday- a picture from Morocco--

Yep.  Those are tree climbing goats. They climb the Argan trees to eat the berries.  Can't you imagine driving by this tree and thinking..."What the....?"

That reminds me of a story told by my grandpa to me and my sister Kerri.

The story was brought on by my sister telling my grandpa that her kids were getting a goat for Easter that year.

Grandpa said:  "We had a goat once."
Kerri, looking worried, said:  "What happened to it?"
Grandpa: "Well, we got a truckload of peaches one year.  The next day we had to go to Provo (which was about 2 hrs away), so we covered the peaches with a tarp until we got back.  While we were gone the goat climbed up on top of the truckbed..."
Me:  "Did the goat eat all the peaches?"
Grandpa:  "By the time we got back all that was left was pits and juice."

So the moral of the story is:  sure goats will eat anything...the problem is they will do anything to eat anything.

I'm glad I don't have a goat.  They can't be trusted.