Please tell me you remember the Cream Cheese Festival. If you don't, you must not know me at all. It was only the most fun I had all year. Worlds most biggest cheesiest yummiest cheese cake. That jog your memory for you. OK. Good. I thought we had a communication problem there for a minute.
Before the festival we went and saw this lovely lady. Just for the record she has way more clothes than I do. This is what she looked like last week. She wasn't drunk but apparently I was. Have you had your V-8 today?
It's hard to get an idea of how big this thing is. So we sat under her. She is huge.
As a little side story. There is a little cheese store just next door to the big cow. Uhhhh....YUM!! The lady inside told us about a couple from Illinois who came in last December. They insisted the cashier come outside and take pictures of them milking the cow. Those people from the mid west are just a little off their rockers if you ask me. You would never see anyone from my neck of the woods doing anything like that.