My daughter, Meg, and her husband, Lucas, recently returned home from a business trip to Guatemala, where apparently, the horses get dressed a little more fully than their American counterparts …
… that’s right, nappys. You might remember my pet chicken, Ginger? She has been known to don the nappy when we get together for cluck’s and coo’s. I just added “cow nappy” to my list of things to invent. On account of, unfortunately, every once in a while … Maizy, my milk cow, is moved to move, as in b.m., dump, go, ALL OVER, right as I’m milking her. Let’s just say, a nappy milk cow is a happy milkmaid.
