Cows

I'm so sick of salad. I've eaten more salads this past week than I have in the past year.

That's three now.

I used to like cows. Cows were always cool, standing around, eating grass. I would think, "Man, I admire you, Miss Cow. You are so cool. You make cream, and butter and cheese, and just basically hang out. I would like to bring you home and introduce you to my friend, Mr. Baked Potato."

Now I can't drive past a green field of grazing cows without thinking, "Steak salad."

And that's depressing.

Partly because the fork required would be way too big for me to hold.