This attractive young man has been whispering sweet nothings (read mounting her over and over) to Ally the goat all morning. The poor dear is bound to get his heart broken. The chromosomes just don't align for them. A love that can never be.
In other valentines day news, I made my precious offspring fresh, pink-ish yogurt for breakfast.
Nothing says love like aiding in digestive health. That is true caring.
After breakfast I took a minute to clean up the kitchen. As I started to clean off the extremely neglected dining room table I saw this:
Yeah, run in fear. Creepy.