A Trio of Moos

There is so darned much to Moo about, a COW* just doesn't know where to start. I think this cartoon might be as good a place as any. Somebody has thought this whole thing through pretty clearly to some frightening  and not-so-far-out conclusions.

Here is where I would post another picture if I didn't want to keep this blog's "G" rating. This whole requirement for ultrasounds (transvaginal and otherwise), pictures, verbal descriptions is about as disgusting as Rush Limbaugh and his thoughts on women and birth control. I'm telling you, friends, there is a lot of Moo-worthy news in the political sphere.

Now here's something completely different and outrageous, from the quilting sphere, no less. And I'm not talking about the quilt pictured, because I have long admired it and wished to take a class from its maker.

Turns out that said maker, Karen Combs, suffered a break-in and theft of this quilt and many others, along with her teaching materials and other stuff. You can read about it here and I hope you will because sooner or later those gorgeous stolen quilts are going to appear in public and someone is going to have to draw them to the attention of the police (and I'm not talking about the quilt police here, either).

And, finally (for now anyway), we have this image. While I have no interest (personal or otherwise) in advancing the Mittster's cause (though, truth be told, he is the least frightening of the current Republican Rogue's Gallery), I'm utterly disgusted with Santorum for publicizing the Crate-Gate nonsense. No, friends, I prolly would not have put Blackberry (or any of our other previous pets) on the roof of the car and headed out at high speed. But who among us has not at some point many years ago made a poor decision or done something that is regrettable?  Rick must be desperate to be spending so much of his time and energy carrying on about Mitt's lapse.  Doesn't he (Rick, that is), tout his own claim to be a devoted follower of One who spoke about those who should cast stones?

Enough for now. Gotta go graze for a while.



*Cranky Old Woman