Since my last post, a number of you have called and asked about my cows. What gives? I didn't start this darned cow collection in the first place. So how DID I come to be a cow collector? Someone gave me a rather large stuffed toy ... a cow ... last year to put on the foot of my bed so I wouldn't be lonely. It was a JOKE, people! Next thing I knew, someone else gave me a cow candy dish that says "Udderly Delightful" on its side ... and so on. Seems SOME PEOPLE made it their mission in life to turn me into a cow collector. So here's what part of my kitchen window sill looks like now:
This particular herd of cows has a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and colours ... including purple. I memorized this little verse in grade one, and the purple cows (yikes ... 2 of them!) keep reminding me of it:
I never saw a purple cow;
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you anyhow
I'd rather see than be one.
The colourful herd of cows is now migrating to other parts of my kitchen. For example, this lovely lady (a paper towel holding cow) sits on top of my microwave:
At least she's practical! This nasty critter (cookie jar cow) nearly gave me a heart attack the first time I popped its head-lid off:She moos obnoxiously, and isn't even practical ... she only holds about 4 cookies. There's no point making only 4 cookies, is there? 4 cookies is only a teaser.
Now pay attention all you well-intentioned people out there. ENOUGH WITH THE COWS! They aren't funny anymore. They aren't even mildly amusing anymore.