Hey there, Goat

So we're back from the Tennessee Goat Festival. It gets 2 stars. There was a nice drive with autumn leaves and fried [fill in the blank with food of your choice]. For the record, fried oreos are tasty! But no fainting goats, sadly. They were all caged and their fleece-wearing professional breeders watched a bit too closely for me to pull a fast one. I tried to surreptitiously wave some hard-core spirit fingers on this one to see if he'd freeze and fall down:


No such luck. It was a fun excursion, but I think I've been spoiled by the utter fabulousness of the Houston Rodeo:

That's Rob celebrating his 2-for-1 turkey legs and Georgeann (post-fried cheesecake, pre-nausea-inducing carnival ride). Can't beat that action!