Life is Good

I’ve been told the cow I need to get is a Jersey cow.  They all look alike, they’re mean, and Jen can sneak one in and out and maybe I’ll never know the difference.  That could work, right?  Treehugger 1, Cow slaughterer 1.  
I made the mistake of introducing Jen to Lost, the series that ran in the 2000’s about the crazy island where all those peeps from Oceanic Flight 815 (hey I had to look that up) are stranded on the worst nightmare of an island ever for 6 seasons? Yep, that one. The one that defines today’s Netflix binge watching.  We, and I use that term loosely, are watching season 3, episode 16 currently and I am sure this is what much of this Saturday will look like.  Jen on the couch asking me what is going on and me truthfully not remembering. That was almost 10 years ago, seriously?  I can’t remember shit...remember? Haven’t watched or even heard of Lost before?  Proceed with caution and the willingness to give up your life until you can reach the last episode as fast as possible. Or, Wikipedia it and take the shortcut and figure out what you missed out on, then binge watch it anyway.  Either way you experience Lost, and Lost was the shiz.
I’ve hashtagged today #lazycowsaturday.  Not because I am lazy, a truth, and not because I consider myself the lame duck phrase “I’m a cow”.  Nope.  I am ok with my laziness and also that I now weigh too much to go into Abercrombie and spend a hundred bucks on a pair of jeans.  Win, win for the minimalist, see?  
So it’s lazy cow Saturday.  I’m in my throne, my recliner, trying not to get suckered into watching another episode of Lost that I’ve already seen and forgotten, which by the way Lost lovers I recommend.  Soon, I will try to tear Jen away from Lost long enough to do some house renos for the day.  Next, I’ll sit back in my recliner later and and admire them before I head out to do one of my favorite things in life...mow my 2.5 acre lawn with my crazy hat pulled down over my dreadlocks while some of my favorite Cody Jinks and Lady A tunes play thru my ear buds.  I’ll enjoy the sun setting on my little speckle of earth and know life is good.  
But, life is good and Jeeps is for another day.

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