This Bull Makes Me Sad

Junior will likely live out the bulk of his life in a dusty little pen outside of a cowboy-themed steakhouse on a big resort in Tucson, Arizona with only a red rubber tetherball for amusement. Junior should bust out of that pen and try out those horns. That's what I think anyway.

My grandfather is a cattle man in Northwest Arkansas and his bulls have lots of green pasture to roam around on, big ponds to soak in, and a bunch of cows to shag. I bet Junior would like it there.

So yeah, much like Junior I'm stuck on this resort for a work trip without a car and very little to amuse myself but television, alcohol and the book I brought with me. The good news is that I get to leave on Thursday and I don't have big horns.

Anna and I found out yesterday that we get to move into the apartment we want on 12.29, so we'll ring in the new year in our new place. I'll be the father of three felines. Life is good.

Thanks for playing.