Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Day We Sat Under A Cow

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.

4 comments:

Flea said...

COOL!!!! She's practically nekkid, though. Fred and Bessie would love to visit that bovine cousin!

Ellyn said...

Send them up. I would love to play hostess.

Flea said...

They'll be in Iowa shortly. But I don't think they're slotted to go anywhere after that.

Sean said...

You might not want a oic, of you milking the big cow, but I know you have a friend that would.