By WR Jones
This is a pencil drawing I did of a woman I went early morning cow drawing with in Montana. She could draw them pretty good. Mine sort of looked like they were genetically misprogrammed sheep dangling from trees. Cow drawing is deceptive. They do graze slowly so you think you have time. Just as you get to that leg, they move it one step forward. Ok, take a breath and wait for her to move again. She does as she is TURNING. Is it correct English to call a cow a bitch; as in hold still you bitch?
Anyway, as is my norm, this drawing has nothing whatsoever to do with the subject of this post. Anna Surface and gypsy-heart commented on my last known act of idiocy sharing their tiny blunders. Anna made coffee with the carafe missing. Who amoung us has not done that a time or two? Gypsy-heart shared her use of a bag too small to hold the beans she was grinding at the store. I would never do anything that dumb.
When I told my wife I would handle the coffee I was nonchalantly confident in my ability to handle this small task. Any twit realizes if you use the same bag you filled with whole beans to collect the ground beans, they have to fit. So I poured the whole beans into the grinder and placed the same, now empty, bag underneath. Apparently it takes a special twit to place the bag under the spigot and not in front of.
I wandered off to look for cookies while my beans were being ground. I returned to find a cone shaped pile of grounds on the store aisle. There was a store employee standing over said pile using very bad language. I pointed out my wife as being the woman who wanted coffee. I felt the poor man needed someone to vent on before he had a stroke.
You will be pleased to know I found my favorite cookies. I took them to the counter at the front of the store to wait for my wife. I felt it was thoughtful of me not to make her look for the cookies.