Earlier in the week, my teenage daughter had gone out to the farm to feed the horses. She calls me and when I pick up on the second or third try, she tells me that something has happened out there. The barn yard is all torn up, there's ropes strewn out all over, and the feedbox is open.
I ask her if the horses look ok, does it look like any saddles or anything are missing, and tell her to feed them and I'll come out there later and try to figure out what's up.
About 10 minutes later, I get a text with a photo. (And I spend about 20 minutes trying to figure out how to get a picture from iMessage to here, because it's pretty self-explanatory--and could be used for some great Texas smack over on another board.) Under the picture it says just, "What is this???"
I examine the photo. The disturbance in the barnyard becomes crystal clear. I respond (again, to my 16 year old daughter), "Well, that's a testicle."
(How many times do you think THAT'S gonna come up in a mother-daughter conversation?)
Seems papaw and his cattle working buddies were taking care of a little business on the farm that morning. I texted her that that explained all the stuff torn out around the barnyard.
Her next text, "I'm not an expert, but shouldn't there be 2?"
Y'all, I have to brag...she scored advanced on the Biology State Test. :) And now I have the proof!
So I explained, "Well, sometimes they fry them up and eat them. They must have missed that one."
Her delayed text response, "That is too disgusting for words. I like country boys, but I'm never marrying a man who would eat THAT!"
My response? "Better stay away from those MSU boys then."
