tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31037058.post142328402413744194..comments2023-06-05T06:28:36.533-05:00Comments on brickhausof5: brickmommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698480446852676947noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31037058.post-29950044759106978582007-07-31T21:49:00.000-05:002007-07-31T21:49:00.000-05:00Reminds me of a funny story...the goat part...true...Reminds me of a funny story...the goat part...true story...mine...<BR/><BR/>We had just moved to "the country" from Houston. We had a phone line referred to as a "party line". It was basically several people sharing a phone line (like in a house, but between strangers' houses).<BR/><BR/>Somehow, lines must've gotten crossed, because my mom received a call in the middle of the night with a VERY angry country woman shouting into the phone...<BR/><BR/>"GIT YERR GOAT OUT OF MAH YARRRDDDD!"<BR/><BR/>HI-LARIOUS!!! We knew right there and then that we'd fit right in--ha ha!<BR/><BR/>~QuiltermamaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com