I retook the quiz. I answered everything the same except instead of saying I'd save my loved one (top choice), I chose I'd save my loved one and punch out whoever wouldn't let me save the others. This gave me 8. I'm just tryin' to make myself more appealin'!
I got seven, too, MGL. Until I cheated and changed an answer. I am still a secretary, which is interesting and just about right. This quiz reminds me of two books I read this year. Both about Indian families. One good, one not.
Oh, jeez, will you have to share your beer with the goats? Bummer.
They can get their own. Speaking of beer, today we got a book in that purported to be about "Brewing & Liquor Interests And German & Bolshevik Propoganda." It was published in 1919. According to the sticker on the back it was ordered from the National States Rights Party. It was in a load of obscure books about beer and whiskey. Just unloading them made me feel mildly buzzed. I guess somebody bought it for the weird value. So, I did, too.
Incidentally, a friend of my sister's was visiting Morocco the year she was 14. Her mother was offered 100 camels for her. In earnest. When her mother repeatedly refused, the man grew desperate, and finally wailed "Okay okay! I give you one hundred camels, and a donkey!" No sale.
Eight shall be the number of goats. I'm not sure who they'd go to, though. I suppose if they went to my back yard, it'd make the dog happy. She might be down with that trade. The husband would be forced to point out that we are not zoned agricultural, damit! (I went through a phase of not shutting up about getting pygmy goats.) I guess I'm staying.