So the other day, Friday the 13th to be exact, was declared Cow Appreciation Day and Chick-Fil-A restaurants across the country went to the cows. Similar to going to the dogs, I suppose, without all the negative connotations. My Dearly Beloved decided that we should join in on the fun. I was skeptical about the fun part. She busied herself with costumes, signs, tails and ears while I looked resignedly on. I cheered myself up by deciding that No. 1 Son would dig in his heels and refuse to partake, thus giving me an excuse. Imagine my surprise when I was told that he had agreed and that I had to “just suck it up, mister”. Thank you Chick-Fil-A. But then I learned a little more – this costume business was going to earn me a free meal! Now I am all for free food – and free Chick-Fil-A food is even better! Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Plus, I had now discovered why No. 1 Son had agreed so easily.
My Dearly Beloved costumes were great, but then I knew there were no worries there – I had seen her whip out period costumes that would rival Hollywood seamstresses. We dressed up (well OK – the best I would do was to wear a sign and a tail, but Dearly Beloved, No. 1 Son and Little Bit all dressed the part) and left to go to the restaurant. As we got closer No. 1 Son started to rethink the whole idea, hoping that none of his friends would see him and being worried that he would be a part of the only “herd of cattle” (thats what the Chick-Fil-A rules called a costumed family…)
When we got to the restaurant it was wrapped up in herds of cattle – I am surprised we could even find a place to graze in the restaurant. Big cows, little cows, grey-haired cows, bald cows, tons of calves and even cows behind the counter serving all the different herds. It was really a lot of fun, and the food was great! I guess I’ll be saving my tail and sign for the next event!