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if we were all cows

We spent the weekend with my in-laws.

On the way home we drove past a field of cows munching on weeds. All of them were in a group in the center of the field. Except for the loner cow, munching all by herself far off from the cow herd.

Husband says, "Hey look - it's you in the cow world."

Ok.

Apparently I don't get along well with other cows.

And if you ask my in-laws, they'd probably agree.

Comments

Rhonda said…
Aw...the other cows were probably a bunch o' gossiping ol' "my milk is better than YOUR milk" type of cows. I'd be off by myself too!
Okay...I found your blog through Mormon Mommy Blogs...and I'm so glad I did!!

You're so witty, snarky and fun...everything I love in a blogger!

I'll just pop on over to your followers list and click the "follow" button now...
Barbaloot said…
You should have just left your husband by himself in the cow field after that comment:)

Does he not know how many friends you have in the blog world?!
This conversation is unfair after a week with the in-laws. Try again after a week with your family.
tiki_lady said…
your're friends with rhondalue i love rhonda!
awe, that's so sad I think i would have punched my husband out if he said that to, me. nothing like stating the hurtful. Then I would have said, I guess I must have grown some b#@$# and turned into a bull.
J. Baxter said…
I'm sure you've been wondering where I've been...

I've been off by myself, chewing my cud...

Wanna join me?
Claire said…
Nah - all the other cows weren't eating weeds - they were smoking weed. You were merely taking the moral high ground and "just saying no" and distancing yourself from the group. Well done you. Cos after a week with the in-laws, I would've been right in there puffing my lungs out.
mommabas said…
Well gals, this is the mama-in-law. And yes, after a weekend with me, even I need a break! But seriously, my #1 daughter-in-law is truly the most talented, creative, patient, and amazing girl around; not to mention that she pops out the most gorgeous babies!
Randi said…
I have so much trouble with my in-laws. You'd think after 25 years I'd figure it out. But no, I'm the lone cow.
Come stand by me!

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