Marijka deserved credit She is 22. (Her birthday is today.) and as a younger person, she thought of using the internet immediately. She saved me tons of time with her link!
My sister texted me that we need to find another collaboration.
Enjoyed this. I milked my first cow when I was in kindergarten. The understanding was that if you started you got your own cow to milk and you showed up at milking time twice a day to milk her. A big assignment for a 5-year-old boy. But I persisted and as I grew older more cows were added to my choring assignment. My first cow was a big old red cow named Orrie. We often named cows in unique ways. Orrie was named after the farmer my dad purchased her from. The next cow I was assigned was called the "Short Titter" for obvious reasons. I think my dad thought it was ideal for my smaller hands. It's a punny world!
Wow, Bruce! You were an early learner when it came to milking. Somewhere in the middle of grade school my dad let me try it. I couldn't produce a drop of milk. I was an udder failure.
I enjoyed your cow story, giving Marika credit for the puns.
Your sister was thankful you saved her with her cow costume.
Marijka deserved credit She is 22. (Her birthday is today.) and as a younger person, she thought of using the internet immediately. She saved me tons of time with her link!
My sister texted me that we need to find another collaboration.
Enjoyed this. I milked my first cow when I was in kindergarten. The understanding was that if you started you got your own cow to milk and you showed up at milking time twice a day to milk her. A big assignment for a 5-year-old boy. But I persisted and as I grew older more cows were added to my choring assignment. My first cow was a big old red cow named Orrie. We often named cows in unique ways. Orrie was named after the farmer my dad purchased her from. The next cow I was assigned was called the "Short Titter" for obvious reasons. I think my dad thought it was ideal for my smaller hands. It's a punny world!
Wow, Bruce! You were an early learner when it came to milking. Somewhere in the middle of grade school my dad let me try it. I couldn't produce a drop of milk. I was an udder failure.
You know I enjoyed it udderly. Kathie Evenhouse
Wow, Kathie! I laughed out loud. Of course, I knew that you for one would enjoy it. Didn’t know the pun was coming though. Thx.