L. said that I was mooing. I’d agree. I’m just that happy that I’m mooing. Some would make sick and twisted analogies to cows being milked. But please, don’t. I’d rather just moo, chew my cud, wander about the pasture and think to myself….. The grass is awfully brown on the other side of the fence and I have a very nice green pasture. Fresh clover, tasty grass, sunshine, nice mouthfuls of delicious stuff, a wonderful scent in the air, clean water, a bit of shade, a bit of sun…..


Happiness. No wish to jump the fence. Yet! ….and hopefully that wish won’t come back this time. Hopefully.


~ by mud on April 11, 2007.

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