Monday-riffic

These are the sweeeeet moo-moos that live in our neighborhood. I love to go for a walk and see them out grazing. They are always soooo cute - widdle babies hangin out with their mamas or my other favorite - the long horns. Unfortunately, they won't come close to the fence for a photo opp (they make me feel like such a creeper because I have been known to creep up to their fence from several different angles to hopefully get one friggin decent shot of them), so I have to gets what I can. These pictures were taken on my handy cell phone as I slammed on breaks on the way into the neighborhood and pulled Sylvia over once I realized the cows were remotely close enough to take pictures of.

Weird side note - 

I like to imagine what the cows are thinkin at random times -

Cow: "Oh hey, Shug. Whatchu doin? Oh, you wanna take some pitchers? Okay. Hey y'all look up, Shug wants to take some pitchers of us. Smiiiile."

Studly long horn on the left: "I'm too sexy for my horns, too sexy for my horns - so SEXY it HUUUUUUURTS"
Middle cow: "Psssh. Whatev. You can look at what I think about it."
Right cow: "Oh hey Shug! Y'all! She's back for more pitchers. Everybody smiiiiile!"

"Shug can take pitchers all she wants, I'm eatin supper."

I hope these pics of the sweet moo-moo's make you smile. :) On a side note, I wore my cowboy boots to work with a skirt today to make my Monday better, and one of my girls said, "Is today a special occasion, Mrs. Davis?"

Me, confused: "No. Why?"

"You shuah look fancy today in your cowgirl boots and skirt!"

"Thanks. I do feel right fancy."

I finished up my Monday with a trip to the gym. MUCH NEEDED TRIP. When I was ready to quit, I just thought of the chili and cheeseburgers and Palmetto cheese and bacon we ate this weekend. Nothing like a little shame to keep you goin.

This stuff could be more addictive than crack. Don't eat one bite unless you wanna eat 16 bites. I just eat it out of the container. Scrait up. Who can fight the urgency long enough to find crackers or bread? Hubs says I'm gross. I told him never to bring this poison home again. Who can come up with the best caption for the woman on the top? GO!

On an encouraging note - 

In addition to being motivated to minimize the flappy arm wavy stuff that I can feel when I write on my board at school, it really helps to be at the gym while my brother is there. 1-800-GYM-NAZI. (PS - it's only a coincidence that it fits a regular phone # - I am not responsible/endorsing). 

Thanks.

Hope all of you had a Mag-tastic Monday as well - if not, at least it's over and tomorrow is one down, 4 to go til Friiiiday! (Which I personally am thrilled about because I have a special play date planned with my lovely Berry Babe!)

Love, 

SIB