We headed out to Tommy's place bright and early this morning.
He's so predictable.
So now let us hope she settled and is pregnant with a heifer. It will do me no good to ask you to pray it's a heifer, because it already is what it's going to be.
If not, I will still have something to look forward to:
I'll tell you another time about how, at the age of sixty-six, I finally learned how to cook ribeye steaks properly.