It is grey and cool and rainy again, but I know that it is June, because the next-door neighbors have put the Hosie Cow in their front yard. I don't know why, as there is no way that they can possibly need to water the lawn, but there's the cow. Standing there.
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.