Mr. C. Cow would like to wish everyone a very merry “Christmas In July”.
Yeah…….It’s July. Our jolly cow friend is just a tad bit too excited for the holiday season to approach. It’s been so hot outside that I think I melted a pair of shoes walking from a carry out to the camper. One time the sun and I had a discussion about, maybe, calming down a few degrees but they didn’t listen. Do you know how much beehives on an otter sweat when exposed to seven billion (possibly exaggerated) degrees? I do not feel we are even close to the gift giving, Santa loving time of the year.
With that said….Happy “Christmas In July” from Mr. C. Cow.
I took this photo in SL at the Christmas at North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M). Yes….we went and paid a visit to Mr. C. Cow’s buddy Mr. Claus. He’s doing well. Did a bit of surfing on his off time. Ate a lot of beach food from various food trucks. Did take Ms. Claus on that art museum walking tours she’s been dying to do. Glad to hear that they are enjoying their off time.
I’ve been to a lot of different kinds of bars before. Cocktail bars. Salad bars. I’ve even tasted a candy bar at the risk of losing my girlish otter figure. Mr. C. Cow has decided to “raise the bar” by finding us one that involves nachos.
When I think of a nacho bar, I keep picturing a bunch of cheesy tortilla chips kicking back, having a beer, discussing the pros and cons of jalapeños. I know this can’t be true as tortilla chips prefer to discuss the market price of tomatoes.
Mr. C. Cow, being smart in the food department, knows I’m just being silly and informs me that a nacho bar just involves the opportunity to make as many nachos as possible. If you want to eat fifty plates of nachos that are only covered in lettuce and salsa then knock yourself out. I don’t know how one could eat fifty plates but Mr. C. has goals.
I do have a bit of a nacho problem as I want to try all of the toppings but can’t seem to fit them onto one plate. Mr. C. Cow suggested I skip the tiny plates and use a hubcap from the camper instead. I don’t feel like washing cheese off of a hubcap so I’ll just skip the whole process. He can partake in the all you can eat while I find the type of bar that serves craft beers.
After I had a few libations, I felt it was time to call it a day. The camper was parked for the evening and I just wanted to go to bed. Mr. C. Cow wasn’t done making nachos so he decided to use a surfboard to carry his creations back to the camper. A surfboard is almost as ridiculous as a hubcap plate but a little more awkward due to length. How was he going to get it in the camper? How many nachos does it take to fill a surfboard? Is it safe to try to walk down stairs with a nacho surfboard?
To combat the stairs he kinda nacho surfed the board down, carefully, not losing a single jalapeño or chip. We should start a nacho surfing competition. Give out prizes for style. Points lost if you lose a topping.
On that note, I bid you all a good day but before I finish today’s postcard I want to leave you with a joke.
What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho cheese!
Mr. C. Cow and I drove the camper to someplace warm and sunny the other day. Since winter officially started a while back we weren’t too willing to say goodbye to sand and surf. At some point we’ll greet the snow with enthusiasm but for right now it can stay as far away from us as possible.
While spending a day dipping our toes (or I should say hoofs and paws) in the sand, we ran into a bunny couple playing music and collecting coins in their guitar case. They had a tropical harmony going on and were singing about famous bunny surfers. I never knew there were any famous bunny surfers out there but I guess there is one named “Boople Suncrash” or something like that. I really need to brush up on my bunny sports players.
The Carrot Tops, as they referred to themselves, had a couple of bucks in their guitar case from kind tippers and they weren’t bad singers. I asked them why they hadn’t been discovered by any major record labels yet. The issue isn’t do to any lack of talent but more on the lines of lack of bunny representation in the music industry. In simple terms, no one seems to think that bunnies can play guitar. If an otter can drive a camper and a cow can rock climb then no one should doubt the guitar playing skills of a bunny.
Maybe Bishop could help them record a demo of their tropical bunny tunes. I know he can do it and they have more than enough talent to whip something up. I left them one of Bishops business cards, made them promise to call him, and went back to lying around in the sun.
This got me thinking……..
Mr. C. Cow and I should consider starting a band. He can play a mean xylophone and I can blow on a big jug. We could call ourselves “The Camptabulous Two”.