I'm no NY strip

The other day the sun was shinning, the breeze was blowing the grass lightly, the sky was brilliant blue. I mean, really, it was a postcard type of scene.

And it got me thinking, the cows were just meandering around eating grass. Some were laying around and just, I don't know, relaxing the way cows relax. No one had a book or a drink with an umbrella but still it looked like a pretty sweet existence.

No bills to pay, no budgets to figure out, no matchbox airplanes left laying out in the hallway at 2 am to be stepped on with bare feet on the way to the bathroom, no alpha mom's ass to kiss ... basically.... no expectations.

Nothing, nada.

Just wondering around the field left to be. I realized perhaps there was something to be said for the life those cows were leading.

And then.... I drove past the farm's sign and remembered that those were beef cows.

I might have bills to pay, my kids might drive me crazy, I step on upside down toy airplanes like there is no tomorrow, and there is an alpha mom out there who is my nemesis.

BUT.

I'm no ones dinner.