For those of you who are unfamiliar with the concept of the Hosie Cow, it is a flat cut-out of a cow, a few feet tall, that you stick in the grass. You attach a garden hose to the tail, and when you turn on the hose, the tail thrashes about in all directions, watering the lawn. It looks like this:
The neighbors may have the same last name as us, and they may have a cat with the same name as our cat, but we don't have a Hosie Cow. I'll leave it to you to decide which is the better situation.
Speaking of cows, Rohini, I realized where we went wrong in one part of our conversation at the restaraunt last night. Here's how it should have gone:
Erica: But with Dare, you see, I want it to be in keeping with her normal mode of attack. Whatever happens to be around also becomes a deadly weapon . . . but I don't know what that should be.
Joanna: She could use a cow!
Rohini: Yeah! If cows were made of napalm!
And we missed our chance.
