gangrene and dairy cows.

So, after having tried for a half hour to figure out what the hell my email and password was for this stupid blog AND the password to my hotmail email, I realized that I had it written down on a post-it on my desktop.  Oh damn.  I suppose that happens, though, right?

Guess who was supposed to go see U2 tomorrow night?! ME, but unfortunately, the fella I was going to go with decided to go and get the muscles in his leg all cut up so he can hardly walk or stand for twelve hours.  That's totally his fault, right?  Nah, but still, it's horrible timing.  I'd feel too awful going without him, so we're selling our lovely tickets.  Instead, my parents will be having a blast listening to Arcade Fire and U2 while I'm at my grandmother's, knitting or something like that. 

I was at a dairy farm yesterday and it was really quite fun because I've loved cows my whole entire life. 

 

Those are two of the lovely new friends I made <3 .  I really do adore them one hundred percent.  Unfortunately, I probably won't be going back up to that place for a while, so by the time I get back, cows 391 and 399 may be somewhere else.  No worries, they're female so they won't be slaughtered by the thousands. 

Have a great night, my one follower!