Because You’re Gorgeous I’d Do Anything For You
There is no such thing as too much cute.
Yeah, sorry. But it’s not my fault. I didn’t make the rules. It’s right there, rule #6; Thou Shalt Post A Billion Pictures Of Lamb Twins.
Who am I to argue?
Also a couple of pictures for my goat community.
Mathilde through the fence.
Why must they keep us apart, oh why? Starcrossed lovers. Or well, the hazelnuts probably is a factor too.
Let’s not forget the third lamb. The Prince.
Fy og Bi. He was humping the twins. He was. I swear. He’s what, two weeks old? Isn’t it a little early? They grow up so fast.
I’ve had a decent day today. For a Monday. I was almost not tired. Had enough to do at work. And then all the wonderful animals at the playground. Not half bad.
I have, however, not read The Little Prince or Kammerat Napoleon. I blame my teacher. And everyone else but myself.
November 22nd, 2005 at 2:15
Den lille prins er også en bog at få forstand af – specielt fortællingen om det af være tam. Der er dog ikke så meget om geder – den tamme med den smerte og det savn, der må betales for at elske nogen, er en ræv.