It is like an alter-ego, or an evil twin, or the voices in my head, take over me on occasion. Every time I drive by a field of cows, and I’ll tell you, there are a LOT of fields of cows around these parts, I roll down my window and yell “Got Milk?”
(Like THOSE cows have never heard THAT before…..)
But then I laugh, and laugh. Oh, I’ve cracked me up….again. I think there is something terribly wrong with me.