So, Mom has this thing for cows. A really big thing. One time she asked one if it was tied, just because the cow was out in the bushes enjoying a light salad, apparently footloose and fancy-free.
And she was the one who got the cow to chase us down the road.
There's this set of cows on the road between Eau Claire and Wausau that happen to be black with a wide white stripe on them. Mom calls them "Oreo" cows.
Well yesterday she slipped up and now they're not Oreos anymore, they're plaid. I don't know how her brain made that connection but I thought it might be brilliant if Scotland DID develop plaid cows they'd have a heck of a lot easier keeping track of them (labeled by clan.)
Then my mind went farther. Just think. Leather kilts...
That train of thought made me happy for about ten minutes. Seriously. I had visions of David Tennant in a leather kilt. Bad bad bad me.
I'm home now. Spritey has taken to using me as a comfy place to stand. Whisper has already proved again how smart she is-she woke up this morning with her arthritis acting up, Mom tried to give her half an aspirin wrapped in a bit of chicken to make it go down easier, and Whisper ate the chicken and spit out the aspirin. So much for that cure...
I have to go unpack the car, so I will talk at you all later.
Ta,
Bec
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