Today I'm grateful that we bought the grossest milk ever from Smith's. Because now I know to never get that milk again. It seriously tastes like powdered milk . . . but worse.I'm not grateful that I had to go put up a bunch of flags with the YW (of "the ladies" as I like to call them) this morning. I kept hoping I could get out of it . . . but alack and alas - duty called and I answered. But I will complain about it . . . just to keep things real.
But to end on a positive note . . . I am grateful that I got a bunch of pictures of my niece, Charlotte, hugging Disney princesses - in her Minnie Mouse costume/outfit. I'm sure that Haylee is thrilled that the outfit she made for Halloween is getting a lot of use. A lot.
6 comments:
Kitty, why are you buying milk when you have cows right in your own back yard? What's the point of living on the ranch if you can't milk a cow? It sounds to me like you are burning money one gallon at a time.
Duh! Toddcat - those are beef cows, not dairy cows. You need to spend more time on a farm until you can figure out the difference. Now if you want a steak . . .
Sorry about the milk. Sometimes a delicious glass of ice cold milk and a cookie (or 12 cookies) sounds so delicious. I hate when those dreams are obliterated.
Your post was so inspiring . . . opposition in all things! I can tell you've been living in Zion!! :)
What's wrong with powdered milk?
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