Silly Saturday: What's In A Name?
|Food Shoveling with Hands|
Not only did she let me dress her up like a cow for Chic-fil-a's Cow Appreciation Day so that this mama didn't have to cook because we all got free meals, but she even road her bike in our driveway in full cow attire when we got home.
(On a side note we went to Trader Joe's dressed in our cow attire and a worker there told me that she loved my shirt and she needed to paint a shirt like that. This cracked me up. I explained to her why I a cow shirt on. Perhaps I should start a new business).
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And if that didn't make you smile, this is sure to (John Mark did this last year.) My silly girl.