Go Big or Go Home

Yes.  Alright.  I forgot to do the COW last week.

These things happen.

In my defense, no one really cares.  So back off.

There are two COWS this week. 

Do you know what a COW is?  Are you confused?

You are not alone.

COW #1

The first COW (Comment Of the Week) goes to Father Knows (Travis) Best, aka Jake,  with his comment on this photo:

He said, "So YOU’RE the one who beat me out for that last cheerleading spot."

Ha!

Tough break, Jake.

Tough Break.

Check out my bangs.

Go big or go home.

COW #2!

Cow #2 is actually bogus.

Why?

Because it is a Facebook conversation between me and Erin.

Of which I found udderly entertaining.

Me:  Made pancakes for lunch today.  They came out fluffy and golden brown.  Just thought you would like to know that. :)

Interruption:  Erin is a fantastic person with one flaw:  she cannot make pancakes.  Ever.

Erin:  Oh yeah? Well I took my children out to the store and received nary an insinuation that one of them did not belong to me.
AND it only took me 5 minutes to get to the store.

Thought you might like to know THAT! ;)

Me:  You cut me real deep, Erin. You cut me real deep just now.

Erin:  Sorry, Shrek.

Me:  Just to clarify . . . people never question the fact that the children are MINE. They just think I might be a hussy.

Can I say "hussy" on this blog? 

Erin:  Well in their defense, your father thought the same thing when you got a few flowers.

She is referring to this post.

Ouch, Erin.

Ouch.

Anyways.

If you have a few spare moments on this chilly Monday morn, you should go and say "Holla!" to Jake and/or Erin.

Fun Fact:  I don't say "Holla!" in real life.  Ever.

Happy Monday!

I will be back soon with a quick weekend recap.