In my dream, I bought a cow. It’s settled. No going back. But, now what? What happens after you buy a cow? Where are you going to put it, the wife asks. When you live in a small apartment that is a valid question. Even when I see books I want, she says where are you going to put them? If I see a chair I like, where would it go? If I see a cute puppy on Instagram, yes, but who’s going to walk it? And what would Maisy think about a new puppy? So much to consider.
I still say no even though Karen and I got to chew the cud
I have a dream. I dream of a time when a person will be measured by the creativity of their content, and not the colour of their cow.
Sweet♥️
Free Karen and her kind!