I just got a phone call from our son. He was helping( I swear) a friend move his cows. Some people help their friends move their belongings, like furniture and clothes. Some people help their friends by watering their house plants and taking in their
mail. Or , they babysit their pets. Please ,friends don't ask me to move your cows. I've mentioned before that I am afraid of cows. They are so big. And I'm not. And they drool when they chew. I chew gum, but I don't drool ,yet. I must confess, that I laughed
for the first five minutes of our long distance conversation. I've had all kinds of phone calls from our four kids, but not one was about cow moving. Aron asked the cows to moo for his Mom, but I think it was his friend who mooed long distance to me. I wanted
to know if they were on horseback. They weren't. That were in a beat up pick up truck. Because I am a Mother first, I asked him to be careful and not drive over any of the cows. I don't know why he thought that was so funny.