My cow bag and my tipping cow T-shirt have arrived. Perhaps I should have used the word “tote” instead of “bag”. Or I could have gone back and changed it, but ever now and then, I forget the new technology in my hands and flash back to the days of typewriters and no delete key. Anyway, I think if I were to wear the shirt and tote the tote, I would give most people the idea of an overweight Maxine-type.
Oh my gosh, earlier today Der Bingle was waiting out a rain drenching in the front part of Rural King and he called to tell me how glad he was not to be in a car with soaked dogs. He, Summer and Cameron took the dogs to the fairgrounds just a wee bit ago and guess what? Get ready. The sky opened up and is smacking the earth with water. I don’t think I can truly call it rain – it looks like a waterfall out there.
If they get drenched, they will have to change clothes because all but me are going to Auburn to watch movies. Colin, Summer, the dad and the mom are going to Marmaduke; Der Bingle is accompanying Cameron to a horror flick. I’m kind of under the weather – that is, is the bathroom – and I guess Summer only agreed to go if Der Bingle would sit through the Splice film with Cameron.
