You know when it's 8:57 a.m. and you find yourself sandwiched between your two, very most favorite, little guys in a semi-circle diner booth that is brimming with pancakes, bacon, waffles, omelettes, coffee, and Eggs Benedict; and you are looking at a dude sitting across the diner with a handle bar mustache, wearing this t-shirt:
It's going to be a darn good Sunday.
And it was:
|Almost The Whole Gaggle:|
Uncle Lloyd, Jeff, Rancher Tom, and Vince
(And Becky and Lucy)
|Late Comers Nicky and Me|
Please don't kick me, Lucy. Or bite me or buck Nick off,
or rear up or sneeze...
(Mad Mama Cow right before Rancher Tom "tags" her baby)