Sam gives new definition to the term exasperation, the gol durnest, onriest, creature ever seen. Mean. Damn. Sam. Got out again. Don't know when. So off I went, a full day spent, fussin', cussin'. Where could that cussed bull be? Why is this happening to me? Can it be, Insanity? Where the hecks that critter? I ain't not quitter. One has to eat. Admit defeat. Up ahead, bed. Late. Gate. What's that I see? Can it be? Damn, Sam.
LOL! This reminds me of one of my dad's cows...and every year when they go on vacation I get to tend the farm. Many nights I've spent looking for that blasted creature, only to find her calmly standing inside the pasture...mocking me. (don't laugh, I swear she's posessed!)
Thanks for the smiles.
May I never be too busy to help another's load, Then I'll be drinking from the saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.
Sitting in Michael's Lap