Many of you probably already know this, but today was Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-Fil-A. If you wanted a free chicken sandwich, you needed to wear a cow mask. If you wanted a complete meal for free, then you needed to dress like a cow “from head to hoof.”
If you know me at all, you know that free is my love language. Also, my 7-year-old desperately needed a project yesterday since half of us were painting the entry way/stairs/upstairs hallway and the other half were doing math. I asked her if she would make costumes for all of us to wear today. She was happy to oblige. She made them for five of us; Maddie made her own.
Here’s my herd before dinner tonight:
Yes, it’s true. I’ll do almost anything for a free meal. But when we saw the 60-something granny walk in in her cow costume – complete with an inflated rubber glove tied around her waist – I did say out loud that I draw the line at udders.
Thanks, Chick-Fil-A, for both the meal and the memories. We’ve been in Oklahoma for a month now. It’s about time we became versed in the ways of the cow.