I am lost, and my driver is not much help. Would you kindly direct me to the nearest hay store?
I love it! So ironic that H and I were just talking about how cool it would be to have an alpaca farm. (Or is that a llama? I’ve no idea how to tell the difference.)
I love the idea of this new blog, but of course I hope that one day you might make another entry on The Hand of Love. I do so admire and enjoy your writing, so you can count on me as a regular reader. (barring time constraints of course)
Best wishes for a thoughtful and kind readership!
PS No idea where the hay store is, but if you need any Grey Poupon – *that* I have. ;-)
In Middleton, Wisconsin, the National Mustard Museum sells college-style sweatshirts that read “Poupon U.”
lol, there’s a National Mustard Museum?
Yes—they have over 5,300 varieties of mustards on display, and they are listed on the National Register of Hysterical Places. I’ve been there three times! If you visit, avoid saying nice things about ketchup. http://mustardmuseum.com/the-mustard-museum/
Cool. Do they sell hot dogs?
I must have read this fast the first time b/c I thought you wrote “I’ve never been there three times” and I laughed hysterically. Sometimes I amuse myself. :-)
BTW, I am *always* respectful to ketchup, but I understand that mustards are sensitive. I’ll bite my tongue for sure. But after I have a hot dog- OK? :-)
I am lost too, but I’m pretty darn sure that’s a Llama Elysia. You don’t want a Llama farm. They spit!
I look forward to seeing where you take this Kevan! Sara
Everthing I learned about llamas, I learned from “TinTin in Prisoners of the Sun.” The llama in that story spat only under provocation, and with great dignity (Captain Haddock was the victim). I have been a fan of llamas ever since.
Have you ever seen the movie “Napoleon Dynamite”? GREAT movie!!! They have a Llama named Tina. You can expand your Llama horizons!
According to Violet Beauregard, “Spitting is a dirty habit”, so no, I do not want to raise animals with “dirty habits”., even if we *could* teach them to do it only under provocation and with great dignity. lol But how does one tell the difference between an alpaca and a llama?
I guess I need to start watching old movies maybe? lol
I don’t know, but according to Susie, alpacas have socks.
Well, I think that I’d rather enjoy watching Elysia wrassling with llamas but I believe alpacas are easier to handle. M likes their socks.
I look forward to reading here Kevan. I have come to think of you as my pensive blogger friend (smile) and look forward to your thoughts. You always keep me thinking and send me in new directions.
How did M get the alpacas to give up their socks?
Oh Kevan…he tries to keep it on the down low, but my husband has all sorts of special powers. Strangely enough, he’s also a fan of spicy mustards.
You know, in Bolivia, they have this saying: El que puede luchar la alpaca de sus calcetines, y el triunfo—¡el mundo es suyo!
He who can wrestle the alpaca for his socks, and win—the universe belongs to him!
Hmm, those Bolivian sayings always have me pensive. I was thinking, right after I read this:
I wonder if an alpaca’s socks ever get lost in the laundry? And how many might be lost, and do they ever venture out without them? I am thinking of taking a guided trek to Huayna Potosi and Illimani to further explore the meaning of this mind blowing quote and I understand that for a small additional fee, they will *also* include a one hour llama wrassling session, with a professional wrassling trainer, and you are all invited to watch. But most especially Susie. Hey Susie, has M ever done this? Does he have any pointers?
H says he is also a fan of spicy mustards, but he especially likes the buns. :-)
I am actually quite fond of spicy buns myself… And since the alpaca’s Sox were Red I had little choice but to acquire them.
Who isn’t lost? :).
Looking forward to reading where you go with this?
The second one, that is.
I should be graded down for punctuation errors.
I’m lost too. Mind if I follow.
Looks like we are both on the road to some interesting places. I look forward to reading much more of what you have to say.
Thanks, Jacquie. May we both meet with only the best llamas on the road of life.
“My driver is not much help….” = )
:) Something tells me I’m gonna like it here.
Ha! Found you again!
I left a trail…
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