Yesterday, Agent Yellow and I drove to Cabot, Vermont to visit our friend's dairy farm. We were hoping to milk, but having gone out dancing the night before, we arrived a touch late for that.
Instead, we took a tour of the holding pens and parlor and then set to work shoveling pounds and pounds of cow manure. We defecately enjoyed ourselves. I unexpectedly liked the cows, particularly the ones who resembled Agent Yellow. (Probably about two-thirds of the herd.)
Following shot shiveling, we took our new snow shoes out for a spin. What a workout! The heavy dancing and the snowshoeing have left my legs nigh inoperable, forcing me to drag myself around the apartment like a mermaid. Not that I don't do that sometimes anyway, just for attention.