Poop and A Goat...Sounds Like A Song Title?

 blazer: thrifted      skirt: Nordstrom       blouse: thrifted        purse: thrifted       shoes: Call It Spring

I may look all calm and composed in these pictures but I tell you what, this is what I tell you. A dang goat was standing right next to my tripod while I took these pictures! That's right, a.goat I say! So you know what I did, I stood there and I thought to myself, "Are goats dangerous? I mean their crazy step cousin once removed is a ram so maybe they charge? Maybe?" So I sat there and contemplated and this is what I came up with I said to this strange crazy eyed goat man, I said, "Shoooooo goat. Shhooo!" And you know what he did. He looked at me like my second grade teacher Ms. Tanguma with the lazy eye. She would look at me and it looked like she was looking at the wall to the left of me but you know now that I think of it I'm pretty sure she was really looking at me, yes the goat was looking at me like that. And then he started to dig around in my camera bag. What a rude goat if I ever did see one. So I decided that the photoshoot had reached it's end, and I didn't care if I only got a picture of my left pinky toe, I didn't want to hang out with this poopy goat for one more second, so I hightailed it out of there. And then I realized there was poop on my shoe...and then I declared it the worst photo session ever. And then I scraped the poop off of my shoe because I mean, what kind of weirdo would leave it there ya know. The end.