Remember the Ala-moooooo!

I woke up at a leisurely 2:00 this afternoon, yawned, stretched, made muffins, hereby referred to as The Most Amazing Muffins Ever. I also made pumpkin spice bread and in the midst of my mixing, I discovered something queer.

The water wouldn't work.

I turned it off and on about twenty times in the manner of someone who is faced with something unexplainable and not mechanically inclined enough to figure out the problem. With a sudden burst of insight, my eyes narrowed. I bet the cows have something to do with this.

Our cows, affectionately called "those little bitches" by my father, and our bull, Howard, think it great fun to find the water line and destroy it in some convoluted, nefarious plot. They are probably quietly gathering as I type, crying out, "The Cows shall rise again!" and inciting revolution. No doubt their scheme involves taking the water hostage and demanding unlimited quantities of hay and feed.

So for now, I am silently contemplating the virtues of beer versus pico de gallo juice.

Or, as I prefer to call my new drink, Cerveza de Gallo.*




*That's Beer of the Rooster, for those not in the know.