Surprisingly without incident

Well I just got off a wild ride of a week. The family spent Halloween in Portland. My husband's birthday is on Halloween. We had a blast. It was such a nice little trip. Our hotel room was beautiful with a breathtaking view of the river. My hubby and I had a fantastic date night filled with delicious food and great company.  Crafts, goodies, and treats were had by all. When we returned to our "farm in progress" I left on a flight back to San Diego the next day. In all the chaos of moving we decided to leave one vehicle behind. He drove the moving truck with his Harley inside, so our tried and true mini van had to wait. It actually worked out really well. My best friend wanted to re-home her goats. I want goats. I also really wanted for her to visit. We made plans for us to return to Oregon with her two children and 2 goats together. My husband calls us Lucy and Ethel. Our ideas are hare-brained but we usually have a good time. This was no exception.   Anxiety was high in anticipation of this trip. Her girlies were first time road trippers. We feared many melt-downs. We worried how bad the goats would smell. I expected annoying whining the whole time by the goats and the girls. However, it was surprisingly without incident. Everybody and every goat rocked it. It was the least painful of all the trips I have made to and fro. We made it in record time. I am now a crispy burnt potato chip. Toasted but home. Busy busy but I wanted to touch base before more time gets away from me.