While we’re on the subject of farm animals…

I was heading to work on a particularly cold day a month or so ago when an older gentleman sitting near me on the bus struck up a conversation as I neared my stop. Noticing the small stuffed cow attached to my bag, he asked what the benefit of it was. “Uh, nothing,” I replied hesitantly. He then proceeded to tell me: “Well, there’s the milk, and then there’s the cow sh__…”

It was at this point that I decided against staying on the bus a stop longer than I usually do, possible frostbite being a preferable option to continuing this chat.

But shear-iously

I have long wondered why it is that we’re supposed to count sheep when we can’t sleep. Why sheep as opposed to another type of animal? Why an animal at all?

Words and phrases I could live without: volume 11

~app(s)

~”It’s always the quiet ones.”

~loose (It just conjures up unpleasant images.)

~mellow

 ~”[Person] has forgotten more about [subject] than I’ll ever know.”

~Uggs

And a special reader request: “the American people” (as used by politicians who seem to think we are a single entity).

 

If you have a special reader request, you can e-mail me at leastlikelytoblog at hotmail.com.

 

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