Cows. I like cows.

I don’t know why I like cows. I grew up next to a cattle farm, though.

Did you know a cow can drown in just an inch or two of water? I learned that when I was a kid, staring at the giant, bloated body of a dead cow that had done just that.

So cows aren’t always especially smart.

And they aren’t always cute. They get snotty, and they lick their nose with their tongues. Because they can, I guess? I don’t know.

But sometimes they’re cute. Sometimes they’re like giant puppies, dancing and positively frolicking with each other.

They also make a good meal. I will never be a good vegetarian because I really enjoy steak and hamburger.

At the beginning of May, our family celebrates Happy Cow Day. It conflicts a little bit with Star Wars Day, but we make it work. We celebrate Happy Cow Day because cows give us meat, milk, love, and more cows.

I don’t know where I was going with this, and I don’t care. No conclusions here, just typing while I finish this episode of Grey’s Anatomy so I can start typing for money. 🙂


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