Daisy has been promising and promising and promising that she’s going to get goats, and she still doesn’t have any.
I find this completely unacceptable, especially considering that she told me if I brought a hairbrush and hairspray with me to the state dinner tonight since she was already on her way, she would buy me a pony. So I brought a brush and hairspray, and THERE WAS NO PONY.
No pony. No goats.