Mr. C. Cow likes to refer to the month of October as “Free Candy Month”. Halloween only lasts one day but Mr. C. likes to dress up every day of the month and search out complimentary confections. So far he’s dressed up as a cheerleader, an astronaut, and a hoof model. (He just went around showing people his hoofs. I call it “costume cheating” he calls it “hoof model”.)
When one searches out freebie sweets it takes a lot of reading local newspapers and checking out social media for Halloween festivals, parties, and shindigs. While sipping his coffee, Mr. C. Cow found a haunted neighborhood trick or treat to check out. I, barely, got to drink a half a cup before he was mooing about how we needed “To get on the road and get that candy!”. I offered to buy him a candy bar at a gas station but was informed that was “missing the whole point of “Free Candy Month”!!! Can’t argue with that logic.
I have to admit that his zest for not paying for sweets isn’t without its hard work. Not only does he have to do the research to find candy locations there is much costume planning. (Today Mr. C. is dressed as a “Produce Stand Proprietor”.) If he was to apply this zest in other aspects of his life (sweeping the camper, finish his one cow play, etc.) then he would be unstoppable.
I’m hopeful that I can get him to only eat one free candy a day instead of an entire bag of candy corn. (Candy corn is not real corn!) Meh…what can you do? He’s happy, I’m happy to watch his happiness, and the costumes he comes up with are, admittedly, creative. Can’t wait to see what he wears tomorrow!
One of the worst situations one can run into while driving a camper is a bridge out. What makes it worse is a bridge out while it’s foggy. Even worse than that is a cow driving the camper while his hoofs are sticky because he decided to blow a giant bubble with his gum. The structural integrity of his bubble was on the shady side so, of course, it exploded everywhere. Pure anxiety nightmare fuel.
Before allowing Mr. C. Cow to attempt to turn an enormous camper around, in the fog, next to a bridge out, we had to pull over and deal with this tacky gum situation. Did you know that wet wipes aren’t ideal cleaning tools for gummy hoofs? They don’t work optimally unless you use an entire container of them.
(*Note To Self* Pick up more wet wipes and less gum.)
After we got Mr. C. all cleaned up it was time to maneuver a humongous recreation vehicle in a space the size of a compact car parking spot. I closed my eyes when he started backing up, turning a tiny bit, moving forward, and so forth for thirty minutes. I might have sweated out of my eyes a little due to how hot it was in the camper. (It wasn’t tears of fear! It was sweat I tell ya! SWEAT!!) Backwards. Turn a little bit. Forward then back again. When was this camper going to get turned around? Will we survive and not fall off the edge?
We survived. There would be no postcard if we hadn’t gotten turned around and went over the edge. Huzzah for living! Mr. C. Cow is an excellent backer upper who, after many years of practice (and a few run over fences) has excelled in his driving skills.
Thankfully, we were on our way down the road, away from the broken bridge and spooky fog. I’m grateful to Mr. C. for his driving but not too grateful for his bubble blowing skills. Maybe he should work on that.
I know that many of you are asking “Well…what happened on Valentine’s Day?”. Another question is “Did Mr. C. Cow achieve a successful showing of love without making things explode?”. I would like to inform all of you that nothing exploded. For those of you that are disappointed in no detonations I would like to educate you with the knowledge that a marshmallow exploded in a microwave will not only increase in size but catch on fire. I would fill you in on the details of this mishap but it’s for another day. (Also…Mr. C. Cow is not over the trauma of combustible marshmallows.)
Everything went exceedingly well this year. I was majorly distressed that he might go overboard with such items as paper heart drops from the sky (paper cut danger zone), hiring a professional flame baton dancing ostrich (seriously….fire hazard), or going low-key (in his mind) and covering our equipment companies scissor lift in chocolate. My anxiety was not (finally) needed and things were fantastic.
There was a real picnic blanket that was not the sheet taken off of one of our beds. The only thing that was on fire was the spicy jalapeño appetizer Mr. C. Cow created. Instead of anything involving mayhem, explosions, and general confusion we were treated to wine, cheese, and an amazing view. Mr. C. Cow not only showed his love but he managed to show it successfully without any injury to individual or property. I call this a love win!
We shouldn’t take one day to show the love we have to others. As a family unit we tell each other each day that we care. Mr. C. Cow lets us know he is devoted to his clan by showing us an incredible day. No fires. No explosions to put out. No mess.
Happy Valentine’s Day From All Of Us At “Postcards From Tipsy”!!
It’s almost time for Mr. C. Cow to pull off his “love mission” to show his family appreciation. As he was decorating a picnic area I started to worry when he started pulling out the balloons. Visions of a billion balloons popping in harmony over dinner started going through my mind. Before I could cower at the thought he only used a few to set the “mood”. Your entire families ear drums thank you Mr. C.!
It’s almost time for our Valentine party so I must go and get ready for his picnic (not too many balloons) love party. I’ll let you all know how it goes tomorrow.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
SL photo taken by me
If you would like to read about why balloons are a sore spot then please check out yesterday’s postcard “Mission: Love” for all of the (loud) details.
Valentine’s day is tomorrow and Mr. C. Cow is on a “mission of love”. When I say “mission of love”, I’m talking about showering friends and family with over-the-top gifts of fondness. Last year he set up a million heart-shaped balloon drop from the equipment company ceiling when Bishop walked into work. This proved to be less of an emotional showcase of caring and more of a loud balloon popping mess. Not only were there not nearly a million heart shaped balloons, they started exploding into a fury of noise when they would hit the equipment.
Bulldozer + Balloon = Kerplow
Forklift + Balloon = Kablooooeee
After the melee was over we only had to calm Bishop down, clean up popped balloons, and fix the forklift. If you don’t understand how a balloon can screw up a forklift then you’ve never had one pop in an engine compartment.
This year I’m helping Mr. C. Cow scale down his appreciation display into something more manageable. After debating the pros and cons of a million doves holding Valentine’s in their beaks, we settled on a family picnic. We’ll take the camper out to an enchanting location, pack something delicious, and have fun together. No loud, exploding decorations, no broken forklifts, no angry polar bears named Bishop.
Mr. C. Cow is attempting to pack an entire fifty layer red velvet cake in the picnic basket. I’m trying to explain that this is something we like to call “overkill” but he’s not buying it. He keeps mumbling something about “not killing a cake” and “How does one overkill cake?”. I’ll let you know on Valentine’s day if our plan of keeping it amour simple goes off without a hitch.
Hope that everyone had a safe and happy New Years Eve (and Day)!
We spent our holiday quietly at a cabin in the woods.
When it came around time to get the snacks out, Mr. C. Cow said that he was having popcorn chicken over to ring in the new year. I was somewhat baffled over Mr. C. telling us we were having this as a meal. We’re vegetarian so the thought of him ordering up a bucket of fried meat products was bizarre. Turns out that popcorn should be capitalized as it is the name of a chicken he met at a book club meeting.
Popcorn Chicken was just a nickname. His real name was Wilford and he owned a food cart called “Clucking Kettle Corn”. Bishop made some sort of strange noise that sounded like a giggle but he wouldn’t tell me why a kettle corn food cart would make him laugh. He just shook his head and wandered off to put on a pot of coffee.
The rest of the evening was relaxing. Bishop and I played cards. Marslean told tall tales of Father Time to Mr. C. Cow and Popcorn. When midnight hit, Mr. C. put on a hat and ran around the yard screaming “Happy New Year” while banging on a pan. Popcorn joined in and made so much noise that Bishop had to ask them to quit it and stop denting his pans.
We hope that 2018 brings all of you joy, happiness, and a few non-dented pans.
The stockings had been hung by the chimney with care. We had that whole hope of Saint Nicolas thing going on. Cookies and milk were left out. Carrots for hardworking reindeer (with only one Mr. C. Cow bite mark) had been eaten. The holidays have happened!
What did Santa say to Mr. C. Cow on Christmas eve? When asked Mr. C., shyly, produced an official North Pole badge proclaiming him an official part of the Santa Reindeer Crew. I couldn’t help but tear up over this stunning gift. After all of these years seeking Kris Kringle just to have a conversation Mr. C. Cow was bestowed the honor to be a part of the holiday crew. I’m still tearing up now because we no longer have to have to search for Santa. Santa and Mr. C. are besties. I never thought this would happen. I don’t think that our little cow could be anymore joyful over this. (Not to mention that he did get a new milk can!).
Determination and hard work are worth it. Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate proof.
Second Life Photo Taken In Second Life By Me….Woo….
We usually put out our postcards on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do to the holidays, as you can see, the schedule is a bit funky. Will be skipping Thursday and doing New Years Eve as Well as New Years Day postcards to fit. (Hey…you get extras!) Will resume our normal stuff after New Years.