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I wouldn't have called it "ornery," but whatever.

Quins can be such a sad situation.

No. They die. Well, they probably die. a live male without a penis has never been observed. 😥

My outfit has a portable set with a sheeted alley and head gate made by Rawhide that is invaluable to us. (pic from website) We've used it in countless configurations. There's a big label sticker above the heydralic controls that says something like " one person set up in 10 minutes" which is...

Fleece... Siphon funds. Totally different. In THIS case, it was a flashy gift from a vendor to a client to say something like "Thanks for paying my kid's private school tuition last year" and was a tax write off. So it served its purpose perfectly. Then I served it to my husband, at no cost to...

My supposition? Of what? Did you bump your head or something? Are the gummies stronger than you expected? Could you please put down the thesaurus and just say what you mean?

At least we agree that there's a bone in it. That's something. I don't know if I agree with you about the fleecing of any particular demographic, though, because you haven't defined it for me. Could you do that for me, please?

Trust me, I'm not nearly as hot as I am crazy, but are you saying that my post is cringe?

I agree about the Wow factor, but "siphon funds"? Isn't that a bit hyperbolic? From which demographic? What if they only cost $13.99/lb?

Those are fun, but I find these very satisfying to watch.

Not wealthy, but rich, for sure.

Meanwhile, I got this text from Daddy, who is in Wasilla, Alaska ( about 30 miles directly north of Anchorage):

A tomahawk steak is a ribeye with a rib bone still attached, but it's not just a ribeye. Not only are the average cuts about 2"(this particular steak was taller than the dinner rolls and almost as tall as the potato), a tomahawk is an  experience I didn't know I was missing until I had my own...

One of our best mommas, Stiletto, and her baby bull, Flipflop, last spring. She's one of my favorite cows but she won't have anything to do with me. 😢

Bossman gifted me with a tomahawk steak recently. I'd never had one before and certainly never grilled one myself. Was I intimidated by the challenge of cooking it? Bet your behind I was. Considering that I have permanently banned my dear husband from even looking at a steak before it hits...

The red herd usually rotates to the pasture off my back fence right after calving. Wobble patrols the fence and all the cows and calves lick him when he stops to visit. His "Christmas morning" is the day I let him out and the babies are here to visit him. Visit  him. When the bulls are here, he...

My good boy, Wobble the Bobblehead.

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I consider that a high honor!