THIS JUST IN!

Special holiday newsflash.

My stepmother revealed that she was walking past the house of the goat the other day (the goat in question is a goat that lives by my dad & stepmother's house) and she asked its owner what the goat's name is.

You may or may not recall that two summers ago, I told my half-sis, who's 13, that I'd give her $20 if she found out the name of the goat by the end of the summer.

I now know the goat's name.

It is...

It is...

tell ya tomorrow.


No, just kidding.

It's "Spooky."

Because it's a black goat.

OK, then.