How to Avoid Being Eaten If You Are a Cow

Grace was emptying the dishwasher and thinking her Deep Thoughts when she turned to me and said, "If I were a cow I would pretend I was crazy. Then people would feel sorry for me and wouldn't kill me for my meat."

Evidently she hadn't heard about Mad Cow Disease. I filled her in.

"Oh," she said. "Well then I guess I'd need a magic spider that could spin a web above my pen that said, 'Some Cow.'"

Yes, I guess that's what you'd need.

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I've been gone this week. Camping up in Willow and returned tonight in time to find that La Bellina Mammina and Daisy at Compost Happens thought I was a Rockin' Blogger. I'm blushing--gosh guys, thanks. So I'll pass on the love by nominating by own five blogging buddies:

Erica at Littlemummy because she's a Mom Extraordinaire. And she lives in Scotland. I've wondered if she has a cool Scottish accent? (And that really is the coolest accent on the planet you know. . . )
Lisa at Mama Milton because she's caring and kind and a great blogger.
Jordan at MamaBlogga because she's smart and savvy and will one day rule the world.
Oh, The Joys because she's always good for a chuckle.
The Late Bloomer because she's living my Parisian dream for me
Jenn at Something to Say because I obviously have a soft spot for bloggers on the other side of the world. Jenn's blog is worth reading.

Oops. Six. Oh well, math was never my subject.

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