Hey Pa, the cows done got loose!

I'm a member of a little country Baptist church that's on a winding, unlined road. On my way to church tonight, I saw a couple of objects in the road that I thought were either obese deer or freakishly huge dogs. No, they were cows. Cows! Just standing in the road, looking around at nothing in particular. I was ridiculously amused by that. They finally moooooved (heh) and as I was driving by them, one decided to dart towards me again. Luckily, I was able to manure-ver (I'll stop in a minute, I promise) to avoid hitting her.

Even funnier, possibly, is that I knew whose cows they were, and he's the choir leader at my church. So when I got there I let him know that his cows were out wandering around.

I love my little church. Tonight was a great service, even if I had to get through a blockade of cows to get there.

Also, is there something wrong with me if I couldn't care less about the Oscars and the celebrities with their idiotic foreign policy and their overinflated egos? Because I really don't.