Hump Day Happy

Oh no! It appears that someone’s bovines have found their way onto The Compound. They are not mine, but I hear their owners are looking for names for them. Any suggestions? While you’re pondering that, if you’d like to give the cows a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, they’ll find something in this book for you to be happy about. And maybe when they have real names, they’ll find their way to their real home.

45 thoughts on “Hump Day Happy”

  1. Being cows, I’m going to safely assume they are female; therefore I propose Calliope and Bonnie.

    And if they could stop chewing their cuds long enough to look up page 15 # 12, I would be eternally grateful.

    1. And the cows say, “journalism.” There’s precious little of that in these tabloid times, so I agree that the real thing is something to be happy about!

      1. PATRICK: “Is the English lady sick, Auntie Mame?”
        MAME: “She’s not English, darling…she’s from Pittsburgh.”
        PATRICK: “She sounded English.”
        MAME: “Well, when you’re from Pittsburgh, you have to do something.”

    1. This very minute, the cows give you “Cream of Wheat cereal.”

      (How sad our oatmeal eater might have been to get this one, but I’m sure it makes you happy, right? RIGHT?)

    1. Are you a hooker or a painter? (Hooker? I hardly know her!) Heh heh. The cows offer to you “secret rooms.”

      (Both sets of names are making me laugh because I think you’re Kathy. If you’re not Kathy, take your spycams off The Compound grounds!)

    1. And for you, the bovines have found “schizocarps: the wing-like single seeds that fall from maple trees.” (That’ll come in handy if you ever need it for a crossword puzzle.)

    1. Those cows have for you: “counting your blessings.” (Smart cows!) Since Dash’s was a repeat, they went to the second book and found “moderation” for him.

    1. Your Moo Sister would probably be glad to pose for a photo for you to post. You know, not that I’m saying that I got spoiled in November by your daily LJ entries and am sad that there are none in December.

      Where was I?

      Oh, yes. The cows found “the restaurant pavilion” for you. I think there’s a Starbucks there. Just sayin’…

  2. OMG, crack-up! We got home last night and I was all, “dammit, we forgot the cows!” I did not get to use them this evening. So sad. I am lost without them.

    Page 400, number 20 please! πŸ™‚

    1. The cows love The Compound. Their only wish is that Sugar lived here, too.

      However, they do want your happiness, so they give you “English farmhouse cookies.”

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