I have been feeling really down lately. Not exactly sure why I was all sorts of blue. We were stocked full of martini olives. The camper had a full tank of gas. Mr. C. Cow hadn’t chewed on any of our hand towels in the bathroom lately. Life has been pretty good.
Mr. C. Cow has noticed that I’ve been sad a lot. When I’m sad it makes him sad. This makes me sadder. It’s a vicious cycle of unhappiness filled with cow and otter tears. Instead of swimming around in his own cow tears, Mr. C. Cow decided that it was his job to cheer me up.
When it comes to cheering an individual up there is no one better than my best cow friend/family in the world. He knows what everyone needs when they need a bit of happiness in their life. If cotton candy makes you smile then he’ll fill an entire tractor-trailer full of the stuff just to see you do it. Music and dancing are easy to come by if that makes you grin because he’s there playing three instruments at the same time while dancing just to kick the sad out the door.
What could he do to put a little joy in my life. Worlds largest cocktail glass? One cow parade complete with a float? Pizza in the shape of a heart? Mr. C. Cow knows me better than anyone I know. He knows that the way to make me smile is when he draws me a picture.
A picture of our little family unit makes me smile. These are my peeps. My unit of support. I love each and every one of you guys and I love you Mr. C. Cow for picking me up out of the funk and making me happy again.
Cows and art….is there nothing they can’t do?