Last night my son urged, "Mom, Can I tell you something?"
I said, "Sure!" With a smile (thinking to myself, "oh no....")
He shared with me that he feels like the entire world probably does not find an interest in or receive amusement from the personal, private details of farm life. More specifically - the latest spam that has involved my cow's vagina.
Going on, he explained that his current Instagram feed (he follows his mama, because he loves her) is [unfortumately] littered with pictures of the back half of a cow.
He is not wrong. I have been known . . .
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