The White Cow

Last week, I made Ben promise to bake a turkey for me this weekend. ( Ben's my boyfriend soon to be husband.) I go through these food cravings. So we bought a turkey yesterday. It was our first time baking a turkey. We didn't know we had to defrost it first. Oh yeah, and take out the gizzards. So it's been in the oven for 5 minutes when he finally read the directions about defrosting the turkey first. So into the fridge the turkey goes, for tomorrow. We forgot ingredients for the gravy. So an early trip to Walmart was planned.
So this morning, we woke up early and went to Walmart as planned. We walked out of Walmart with everything we needed plus extra. A mini German chocolate cake, a whipped cheesecake, and a tray of fried chicken to tide us over until the turkey's done.
On the way back to the apartment, we pass a field full of cows. I think they belong to the owner of the casino next door to the field. I'm always fascinated by the cows because where I grew up we didn't have cows. Well, this one particular Sunday morning I noticed that in the sea of black cows, there was this one white cow. Just one. It got me wondering if they had a racism problem. If that one white cow had problems with the other cows. After all, he is the only white cow in a sea of black cows...
Oh well, the turkey's starting to smell really good.