Need to write something to let people know that I am still breathing after the Mothers’ Day posting.
Well…these happy, content, could-care-less-about-anything-cows gave me the perfect idea.
These happy inhabitants of that green pasture were grazing happily ever after about 5 miles off the outskirts of Miami. Yes, Miami. Via the Turnpike. Couldn’t ignore them and this is the poor result of being in a vehicle moving more than 70 miles an hour. This was the best outcome of those placidly looking cows having their breakfast. They were better off than me, without coffee in my stomach, due to the fact that after you get past certain age in life, you try not to eat or drink anything until you get to your destination. Less embarrassment for everybody. Ahhhh, the fringe benefits of aging. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Well…there you have it. A posting to substitute the last one, thinking I had nothing to write about. Do you think those were my ever absent muses disguised as happy cows waving and showing their fingers at me?
Life is so simple. You just type and the sound of the keyboard have such an enticing sound, that I just feel like clicking away those keys.
Enough!
So…it was today…17 May, 2012…a day to write about cows and nothing much.
Your Happy Contessa
“I don’t want any vegetables, thank you. I paid for the cow to eat them for me.” Doug Coupland, Canadian novelist. 30 December, 1961 -.
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