We're experts in inefficiency

I was late to school today. We're nearing the end of the semester, and it's starting to feel like I'm late for everything, even my thoughts.

In between classes I took a moment to check my Facebook on my phone. Facebook likes to remind me of things that I posted about last year, the year before, and so on. Naturally, since I'm a sucker for nostalgia, I took a look.

Oh my.

Apparently, my goats have an organized and coordinated effort to escape their shackles. And also, apparently, I write about it every year.

You might chalk this up to random happenstance, but I'm not so sure. I think there might be an animal conspiracy at work here. Further evidence (like I need more, because hello? I think I made my case already): tonight at dinner I learned that one of the lambs broke out of his enclosure shortly after I left for school.

They're coming for you. You've been warned.