On my last trip up to Solvang, we played some country music in the car, and not being a particularly huge country fan, I was floored at some of the lyrics. My fav song, which played every 5 to 6 songs on the radio, was “Party til the Cows Come Home.” What cliche and silly lyrics! Come to find out, some of my neighbors take these lyrics very seriously. On a walk today, I was totally shocked to see a plastic cow in my neighbor’s yard. Is that like some new gardening trick? “Put the plastic cow in the front to cover up some of those weeds hunny!” Silly, right? Over their door was a “Home Sweet Home” sign. Better be sweet over there for all that cream that plastic cow is producing!
Goofing off til the cows come home:
Notice the cardboard cow, next to the PLASTIC cow. Classy.