The packing is slowly getting there. The big stuff is done anyways. Just this computer and some crud on the floor. if everything goes right tomorrow I will be seriously impressed. I will not reach Portland until Friday morning sometime, possibly later depending on pit stops for naps. Mother has my number if you need to reach me.
Mom... some call it 'Mum'. Mom preferred it and tried to train us from a young age. The pragmatic side of me kept deviating back to 'Mom'. Logically it would be 'Mom' off mother, not 'Mum' off muther. Muther looks like it would be pronounced 'Moother'. To this end, my mother is not a cow.
If I were a cow, I would be one of those big horned shaggy ones that kill things. I would be such a cool cow that the four horsemen of the apocalypse would fight over who got to swap their horse for me. Flame snorting from my huge notrils, I would usher in the end of the world!
Oh yes. I would be a very cool cow indeed. I am certain my muther would agree.
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silly doofus.
Mum
How I miss you Cindy. Good luck with the move. I hope Portland treats you both well.
*lol* That post was hilarious! I think you would be a very cool yet deadly cow as well. I dont know enough cow types to know what Id be. Im sure Id be a goofy cow tho.
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