Monday, April 4, 2011
my birthday disappointment
I must start out telling you that do love cows.The sad thing about it is, if I told you much I love them, it would be the entire blog. But I will tell you this I am ten today and remember every tiny detail of the year 2007, my 6th birthday... I am so nosy you would just about want to crack. So on the 17th of march I was hiding behind a tiny wall with about the tiniest piece of sleeve showing. No harm, right? Well wrong. The sacred "they" saw me and started talking all about how I was getting a mini purple cow for my birthday. Well I was so exited I began fantasizing how I was going to let it live in my room and sleep on my shoulder. It was time for my presents. waiting to see my new pet, I opened my present waiting for the mini moo, and all I had was a stupid metal bike... No cow... But cows are truly angels. they heal your open sores.Oh and one thing, never ask me how I know that...
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Kick ass Skipper! Thanks for the cliffhanger on the open sores thing.
ReplyDeleteHey, a bike's not so bad... have you ever tried to ride a cow around town? It isn't easy.
ReplyDeleteI too love cows. When I was 9 I was in a club for kids who's parents were divorced. It was called Banana Splits. On day they had us make buttons we could wear around school. Some kids had pictures of their parents, or of butterflies and flowers, I used a picture of a cow out of a magazine and wrote "vive le vache" on my button. They thought I was weird, but they didn't know that cows can cure open sores...
ReplyDeleteI follow the blogs of anyone that loves cows, especially purple ones.
ReplyDeleteFrom one purple cow lover to another......you are an amazing blogger. Keep writing!
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