When the cows come home...

As promised, Picture Tuesday has cows. These people have confused cows with rocks, cars and fido. But as momma always said, "Cows are cows." (Actually, my mother never said that. She didn't really talk about cows too much, except when mentioning her cow-tipping days in passing. Supposedly, she was one of the best in Kansas growing up. They called her the Little Tipper. She once set a record for most cows tipped in a night. Eighteen. Yup, that's a lot of cows. I think one of the reasons she was so good at it is because she didn't tip while drunk. She was committed to the sport and believed that it was an art, not a frat-boy prank. For more info on cow tipping, click here.) Enjoy your Tuesday.