When I was in fifth and sixth grade I lived with my fucked up stepdad in this fucked up double-wide trailer on Petway Road. Not sure whose idea it was but we owned two goats, a momma goat and a baby goat. We had houses for them and hay and a salt lick, and even though they both met a tragic demise, they lived happy lives while our family lived a few feet away in constant terror and turmoil.
Sometimes I would sneak out to the goats' houses for a reprise from the scariness of it all. And I would lick on the salt lick. Lick it right up.
So gross, right? Well, this blog post serves as more than just a confession. It's also a disclosure to the boyfriend. I tried over and over to tell you this in person sweetie, but I just couldn't, so I wrote about this here so you would know.
Baby, I gave you goat cooties.