I was gone for a week visiting my baby girl in Salt Lake City. Mostly we were eating sushi, getting shellac manicures, shopping. When I came home T.H. had cattle stuffed in every nook and cranny of this ranch. T.H. must have been on a big buying spree much like the one I was on in Salt Lake City with my girl.
T.H. was especially excited about “The Chars” he bought while I was gone. (Think silent “CH” as in Cher’s shoes.)
Char is short for Charolais cattle. Pronounced shar-o-lay. They’re French. They’re white. They make good ribeyes.
“You should see the Chars I bought! Good calves! And worth the money!”
Repeat that about 120 times. That was our conversation.
“The Chars…The Chars….The Chars…. good calves,…. good deal…. blah blah blah blah”
T.H. doesn’t get excited about much, but he is ecstatic over “The Chars”.
It reminds me of a certain mother-daughter duo talking about a shoe shopping spree. “The Shoes! The Shoes! You should see my new shoes! They are gorgeous and I got them on sale B.O.G.O.*!”
The next morning I didn’t get up, claiming jet lag from my 2 hours of flying. T.H. cannot abide idleness in any form. I live for idleness. He said “When you get up, why don’t you go out and feed ‘The Chars’. They’re behind the barn. Give ’em some grain and turn’em out on the wheat with your horses. They’re good calves! I bought ’em right, too.” Blah Blah Blah. My idleness permanently interrupted, I got up.
T.H. and I like cattle for different reasons.
They are good lookin’ calves. Cute and fluffy is more like it.
The Chars line up like the shoes in my closet.
They follow directions well.
They’re easy going.
They’re friendly, too. I like that in a “Char”.
I met up with T.H. at the Sale Barn for lunch. First thing he said to me was “What did you think of ‘The Chars’? Good lookin’ calves. Huh? Good deal on’em, too. I got ’em worth the money” blah blah blah
I wonder if he ever heard of B.O.G.O* at Shoe Carnival.
* (Buy One Get One Half Off)
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
PS. There is no appreciation of the concept of B.O.G.O.* in the cattle business.
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