These are a few of my (least) favorite things...

When the EWE kicks
When the bee stings
And when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things (see below) and then I don't feel so bad!

My Favorite Things:
Caramel Apples
Growing our own pumpkins and gourds
Watching all my kids (goat and human) have fun playing with each other in the crunching leaves
Petting Aoife and Beatrix on their head and touching their soft nuzzle nose
The idea of having baby lambs in the spring

In regards to the above reference to my "least" favorite things:

-Aoife kicked Farmer J (accidently) "in the balls" (as JJ puts it) when she was anxiously waiting for goat/sheep treats.  He has since recovered.
-We have a bee problem upstairs (where we sleep).  Early Saturday morning (4:00 a.m. to be exact), I was stung by a bee on my chubby cheek.  Before the sting, I was awoken slightly by the buzzing sound of the nearby insect.  Then, a few seconds later...came the scream, followed by me shouting, "I was stung".  I tend to be dramatic when it comes to matters such as these.  Farmer J and JJ (who has sneaked into our bed an hour or so earlier) quickly jumped out of the bed.  J turned on the light and spotted the bee on the wall closest to my side of the bed.  Whack!  Dead bee.  This was my first bee sting ever.  And it hurt.  The ice cube on my cheek helped but the pain lasted far into the next day.  Since then, I have probably killed another 20 bees from our upstairs area (and two just while writing this blog entry).   And before the bee sting, I had probably killed over 25 more bees.  So... maybe my sting was karma's response to my bee killings.  Regardless, the mama bear in me doesn't want the bees stinging my boys, so they have to go.  We are hoping the frost will kill off the bees but even after a few frost advisories in the last few days, the bees are still holding strong.  Maybe time for plan B! (Pun totally intended.)