So, here, I'll share my beans:
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Exciting, no?
Aiee. I need to get out more.
All right. How 'bout this? Here's something that still makes me laugh every time I look at it. I always keep my eye out for glass gallon jars. They're hard to come by, and very useful. I buy raw milk, so gallon jars work well for that. Also, I buy lots of food in bulk, and a gallon jar is the perfect size for storing so many things. Like those red lentils that seemed like a great idea at the time, but a gallon jar seems to still be storing them, two years later.
Last summer, at a garage sale, I found this cute jar:
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Of course, I use it for --what else?-- goat milk.
Isn't it great? Idyllic cows, peacfully grazing the sparse grass on the side of a jar. I'm not at all into country kitsch, but this! This is irresistible. Especially when you turn it and look at the other side:
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What's up with that? I have to say, though, I can relate. I currently have my calf in my lap, trying to get my attention, begging for a bandaid for an "owie" that I can't even see and thus can't kiss correctly ("No! Right here! On the blood!") and also insisting that I should catch the blood-sucking ladybug on the window and Iwannawatchamooooovie. I'm afraid I look just like that momma-cow sometimes. I can just hear her: "I'm busy right this minute! Can't you wait another 17 1/2 seconds? Stop asking!"
BONUS: Just for sticking with me 'till the end of today's dose of drivel, I'll give you a hint of what's coming up for tomorrow! Nathan finally got my laptop on speaking terms with my scanner, so I can actually scan photos from my film camera! Not that I'm saying they're any good, either, but, well, I'm excited about it. Then I was deflated to find that he installed photo-printing software, but all I want is to scan and store them on my hard drive... Then my balloon re-inflated as I discovered that the GIMP can get pictures from my scanner! Yay for GIMP!! So, tomorrow: family photos from Christmas!
Don't be so critical of yourself- that was great. I can't believe I'm not going to hang out with Donah in Oregon...
ReplyDeleteI will now teach you a new song from camp....
ReplyDeleteGimme a long M. EEEEEMMMMMMM!!!
Gimme a short M. EM!
Don't want no pop, no pop *pop motion with finger each time* Don't want no tea, no tea. *drinking tea motion each time* just gimme some milk! (now, get a buddy and make you fingers into what looks like an udder and the other person milks ya) Moo moo moo, I want some milk, (switch so you milk the other person) Moo moo moo.
Gimme a long I. EEEEEEEYYEEEEEEE!!!!
Gimme a short I. EYE!
Don't want no pop, no pop. Don't want no tea, no tea, just gimme some milk. Moo moo moo. I want some milk, moo moo moo.
Gimme a long L. EEEEELLLLLLLL!!!!!
Gimme a short L. EL!
Repeat chorus.
Gimme a long K. KAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!
Gimme a short K. KAY!
Repeat chorus.
Gimme a long Milk. CHOOOOCCOOLLAATEEE!!!!
Gimme a short milk. SOY!!!
Repeat chorus.