I get my Purple Pygmy Goats!

I have decided to rename my husband forthwith and hereafter he shall be known as THE KING.

We have decided that we are going to purchase an island off the coast of Belize and a sail boat. We will be moving there instead of following the conventional family model of purchasing a house with a yard and a white picket fence. The price will be about the same if we want to live in Portland. Lets face it, wages are not what they used to be.

During the course of my conversation with The King he said that he would like to get a cat, meaning catamaran sailboat. I thought he meant a big cat, as in jaguar or panther. He then stated that he would be releasing pigs on our island paradise, I then countered with chickens. He followed with "and you can have your pygmy goats.", to which I replied only if I can dye them purple on their way out!

You heard it here first! When the blackberries gain collective sentience, my family will be safe. Now all I have to do is figure out how we are going to get all of our livestock on a sailboat, somehow I don't think goats are good sailors...this might take some research.