We're stuck in bumper to bumper traffic following a fun-filled summer vacation and the natives in the back seat are getting restless. Desperate for something to eat, we promise them that the moment we see the famous Golden Arches, we'll stop for some lunch. After another hour in the car with no rest stops in sight, the kids are really getting antsy and the whining has begun to commence. Suddenly, I see something in the distance that'll take their mind off food. With as much enthusiasm as I can muster on a seven hour road trip, I tell them, "Look kids, a bunch of cows," To which my son responds, "Is that McDonald's?" Sunday, August 27, 2006
OUT TO PASTURE
We're stuck in bumper to bumper traffic following a fun-filled summer vacation and the natives in the back seat are getting restless. Desperate for something to eat, we promise them that the moment we see the famous Golden Arches, we'll stop for some lunch. After another hour in the car with no rest stops in sight, the kids are really getting antsy and the whining has begun to commence. Suddenly, I see something in the distance that'll take their mind off food. With as much enthusiasm as I can muster on a seven hour road trip, I tell them, "Look kids, a bunch of cows," To which my son responds, "Is that McDonald's?" 
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