Griswold The Llama (pictured here in a striking attitude entitled "Ode to a Grecian Urn Atop a Dung Heap") would like to know who in their right mind would not want to escort me to Pacafiesta? If alpacas weren't such gentle creatures I would hum to them to stampede on my command. (I have plans post fiesta to become Morgan, the Alpaca Whisperer)
Pacafiesta was quite the time, sadly undocumented by this blog; I lost my battery adapter, but there are lots of great shots on the blogs of the ladies at KOL. My personal highlights were....Having my hand kissed by one of the winning alpacas (who then ate his prize ribbons), saving one of Lucy's samples from a goat, and meeting Leslie's daughter Grace who almost convinced me that baby making is a better plan than angora bunny, suri, and cashmere goat nabbing. Almost. Cant you picture me on the run with my contraband farm? Me riding a llama in a beret ala Faye Dunaway? (And you know the Bonnie and Clyde sweater I'm thinking of.)
Speaking of wardrobes, I am working away at mine. Thank you for the advice, I will try to take it....a bit....in spirit.....
Soundtrack: "Change of Seasons", Sweet Thing
ps. Morgan Waters when you have my children we will name them Fleetwood (not Bonham). I think you're just great.