Anybody here.... seen my old friend......... Elsie?

Elsie, the cow?  Uh huh, subject today, until the cows come home.  Victor? You mean kinda like 'when pigs fly'?  No, that's impossible... unless Smithfield comes up with some heavy duty drone contraption to snatch Ms. Piggy from the trough and fetch her to the slaughter house.

 

Cows, under no time constraints, I guess eventually do come home. Until the cows come home is an idiom, meaning for a very long, indefinite, or nearly endless amount of time...

 

You know, like a good ole political argument, you can argue with him until the cows come home, but he'll never admit he's wrong.  Healthy, underemployed 20-somethings, sit in mom, dad's basement and play Roblox and Minecraft until the cows come home.

 

A day in the cow's life cud include....... 12-14 hours lying down. Ya gotta beef about that?  3-5 hours eating roughly a hunnerd pounds of food, 7 - 10 hours ruminating... 30 minutes drinking up to 60 gallons of water....  and, don't forget - they socialize too... yeah, MyPasture.com. Good gosh Victor, next thing ya know  you'll be giving us pee and poop stats.

 

3.5 gallons a day, and around 65 pounds of manure a day.  There is a LOT to do, until the cows come home.

 

So........ Victor?  Uh huh? Is there a point to all this? Is there an antonym to 'until the cows come home'?

 

YES!  My ex girlfriend.  VICTOR YOU ARE SOOOOOO TOAST!  I'm telling her...  comparing her to a cow..........    NO!!!! WAIT!!!

 

I was comparing until the cows come home (indefinate, very slow, a long time) to SOMEONE YOU CAN HARDLY KEEP UP WITH.  Twas, is, a compliment - not to mention, she's beautiful, so, THERE!

 

We'd be in the A Terminal at an airport...she's marching at gate 33, whilst, I'm just passing gate 5 on my way to 6...  eventually, I got to 33 and hells bells she was already in B Terminal.  I tried, but I couldn't do it.

 

So are you talking like Type A personality?  Eh, I dunno about that, just, no wasted effort.  A purpose to everything.  Busy, but not frantic.  On edge for accomplishment, but not stressy.  Always kinda thinking "what can I do next."  (I was the Uncle Joe, movin' kinda slow, at the Junction, Pettycoat Junction.)

 

She's quite impressive, really.  So when I use the 'which way did she go', I kinda sorta mean it!

 

I am addicted to psychology, and types.  Until the cows come home, like me, Uncle Joe, Maynard G. Crebs, with maybe a touch of Otis thrown in.

 

And them there ones you stand back (I prolly would sit down) and admire, WOW... you know like my ex gf... Lady Gaga (songwriter, singer, producer, actress). Jamie Foxx.. actor, musician, stand-up artist.. J Lo, Clint Eastwood,  Steve Martin, Ms. 9 to 5 herself...  busy, they's busy. 

 

Just two different types, and, room in life, on the farm, acreage, for both types.

 

One, ya sit back and observe, admire... and go "Wowzer"......

 

And the other type... they don't Dilly Dilly...  they Dilly Dally.. "You need a purpose!  Hey! Wait!  I done organized cow patty bingo, then, we're gonna have a herd mentality board game... all topped of by cow patty toss for distance, accuracy, yes........ all, on purpose.  Then, after, we may all sit around and have a few Spotted Cows.

 

There's no real wrong or right types in life........... just different. 

 

Victor?

 

Uh huh?

 

You're really different.

 

Bite me.

 

Love, Victurd