"I'm going to Montana to throw a houlihan" --traditional, Old Paint

So, yesterday was my last day in the office before vacation. The night before I had this dream:

I was in the mountains and there was a cow, of the classic black and white variety. (They're the best kind, right?) Further in the dream, I no longer saw the cow. I realized I had failed to tell the cow the important information I was supposed to convey. D'oh!

I woke up in a panic, scouring my brain, trying to think:

a) what the hell was I supposed to tell the cow?

b) how can I find the cow again to convey this critical data?

It took me a good 30 seconds to wake up enough to realize that, maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't be worried about this.

Still, I spent a good bit of the day with that feeling that I was forgetting something. But you know what? I'm done. If I forgot something, I no longer care what I forgot. (Is this senility? Hm, not so bad!)

What the heck am I saying? (You don't know either?) I'm saying (if it isn't already abundantly clear from my disjointed and increasingly parenthetical posts):

It's time for vacation.

Adios, muchachos y muchachas! And, if you see the cow, tell her to text me.

Yours 'til Niagara Falls, 'til Hungary fries Turkey in Greece, 'til the kitchen sinks,
L.A.


P.S.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Interrupting cow.

Interrupt--

MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!