I have to go up to the bank in Sturgis today and then out to work in grass and dirt and grime. I guess that means I’ll start out dressed okay and change into beat-up old cargo shorts and a safari shirt doused in mosquito repellent. I want to make this change as easy as possible so I’m thinking skirt, cotton knit shirt under a larger, left-open safari shirt.
COWTIPPING ANONYMOUS popped into my head. You know my blue shirt I got from LZP? The one in a post below. It’s not a loud color and the cowtipping thing isn’t in flashing neon.
In the bank? In my mother’s bank? Oh, that settles it; Mother was a character to say the least. I have a legacy to carry on – a destiny to fulfill.
Yes, the tipped cow it is.
Drat! My mom didn’t leave that sort of legacy…. I have no excuse. But I’m working hard to develop eccentricities myself so my kids will have the benefit of it later in life.
Is is possible to overdose on family? That was me this weekend. By Monday night I was in this glazed eye catatonic state just praying for everyone to go home. Today my daughter is here doing laundry. We are ignoring each other. Works for both of us because she was probably in a worse state that I was (the only one without children therefore unable to block out the noise of five little ones engaged in rowdy play). I think I am going on mom/grandmom vacation for a week.