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 I'm thinking about adding advertisers to my blog.  The pop-ups are super annoying though, so I haven't pulled the trigger.  I thought I might earn an extra twelve to fifteen cents a month if I did that, and I'm trying to save up for a family milk cow.  

Ross says under no circumstances are we getting a family milk cow.  Which I interpreted as under most circumstances.  I'm pretty sure there are a few circumstances that would allow it.  I'm working on discovering those, but first I need some financial backing.  I'm also considering a go-fund-me, a Kickstarter fund, or a cow share.  Those things sound hard though.  

Unlike owning a cow.  

Never mind that I know nothing about owning a cow - I'm listening to podcasts.  I've already picked out my miniature jersey.  We just need to build a shelter.  And some fencing.  A way to get water to her and her baby.  Somewhere to put feed.  Someplace to milk her.  Someway to store and use the milk...

I'm really not sure why Ross is so against this.  

If you'd like to donate, please make checks payable to Bobbi St. Clair...and it would be great if you could just keep it between me and you.  

Cheers!    

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