Cow Days has come and gone. Where else can you buy expensive, useless inflated toys for your kids…
feed your kids grease laden funnel cakes topped with ten pounds of powdered sugar…so nutritious…
buy trashy lingerie from a street vendor (Rico really wanted me to buy the camo nightie)…
take pictures of your husband and kids riding a wagon pulled by mules in the parade…
watch your daughter mimic the “screw in the light bulb” beauty queen wave…
join your friend at the local historic hotel restoration and try to conjure up some paranormal activity…
where your 10 year old can profess her love for a punk named Christian on her cheek…
where you can gorge yourself on all types of great food…especially the Cattleman’s Ribeye sandwiches..
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where your kids can wear funny hats from the Shriners…
and celebrate all things “cow?” No where but here.
I’m exhausted…I’m broke…and I’m so glad Cow Days doesn’t happen again for 363 days.
