The story of me and cow goes like this: There used to be a time where I thought cow was the only way to choke down A1 sauce, or possibly the other way around. Then I got introduced to medium well (good bye, A1), medium, medium rare, and then rare. Each I liked better and better. Eventually I arrived at the one I like best of all: The one where the cow lives and I don't have to eat it.
I think it is funny, at least, when I think about it. May be the delirium from pain killers.
Those who know me know I am a fan of cows (as well as turtles, rabbits and frogs). I may have more than one cow stuffed animal, and who cares if I'm in my mid-to-late 30s? When The Husband and I went pumpkin picking (for about 3 minutes before his job called), I got to meander around and grab a few snaps of some cows and other things that I'll share... as I'm too low energy to blog about food and cooking, and those need time and care.
I bet you're surprised I take time and care on this blog. I was certainly surprised I even wrote that sentence.
|I wish I'd picked this up, these are so darn cute.|
Is The Husband taking notes?
|No.By the way... when will "then" be "now"?|
|Was my grandmother's name Macintosh Apple?|
|When I was a kid visiting relatives in NC, one had a rider mower|
that I was insanely jealous of. This is not a rider mower,
but I like to commemorate the moment I was jealous
of a straw man.
|When my husband|
saw this, his mind went to corn sex.
|Now I know what to do with my water tank.|
|So I told you I love cows. |
I can now tell you sometimes I'm creeped out by them.
|Though this guy was cute.|
|I don't believe I signed a release for this picture of me .|
I may be due some royalties...
* Either a great cow impersonation, or a bad ghost impersonation. Any Ghost.