Last night was a good night ... mostly.
Michael took the kids in for activities in town. Two of them needed to stick a little close to him because of behavior. The biggest point here is that they. were. not. with. me.
Mom needed a big, phat break.
So, I was watching the Colbert Report, working on a Griddler, drinking a green smoothie for dinner, and listening to the herd of cows outside my window as they were walking and grazing ever so slowly.
It was just what I needed.
A few minutes in, I heard some very loud mooing. That is not unusual. I mean, we're surrounded by livestock! Yet, this was ... umm ... very enthusiastic.
Me, in my impeccable timing, moved closer to the window where I could see not only the herd of black cows in one field, but the edge of the other land at the other side of our trailer. That's when I saw it.
In this other field are some Longhorns. They are beautiful. I LOVE having them right beside us. One of them, in particular, is huge.
Let me repeat that: HUGE!!
So, again, in my impeccable timing, I near the window to see the HUGE Longhorn just carrying on like crazy, trotting in a dead sprint down the fence line ... with the HUGEST erection I have ever seen in my life - just a flipping and a flopping. He made it to the fence (which is electric - but he's been known to lean on it and bend it over anyway). He stands there, with his junk almost to the ground, pacing back and forth and just wailing in desperation. Hoping upon hope that one of those cows will make their way over to him. How he didn't trip over his, er, fifth "leg," I'll never know.
What did I do? Called my husband (cause, ya' know, it made me think of him - and for his sake, go ahead and assume it's the extra "leg" part).
What did he do? Laughed and then told me to get my butt off the phone and blog about it.
(photo by Randa Clay)