Before I go further into blog posts, I need to make note that I use the word “cows” as a catch all. I don’t want you to think I don’t know the terminology. I have learned. Alpha Hubby made me.
Continue reading Cattle Known By Any Name is Still Steak to Me
I’ve been asked by former city-fied friends what it is like being married to my husband. Most of the people asking are pretty much people like me. If they stepped in a cow-paddy, it was certainly by accident. And they would be wondering why there was a cow wandering in the city.
