By Cheryl Rushing

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Ever year, my female relatives and Iget up in the wee hours of Black Friday, fight our way through the crowds to get deals, and then finish our morning at 8 a.m. at Chick-Fil-A for breakfast.  While there, I get my annual Cow Calendar.  It’s tradition.

This year, we started talking about Black Friday on the day I arrived, but on Thanksgiving Day we combed through the sale ads and decided there was nothing that was going to make us (1) get up that early and (2) part with our hard earned cash.

I didn’t even think about the calendar again until Sunday, when the restaurant is not open.  This is when I always crave Chick-Fil-A: Sundays.

This past weekend I had to work, which necessitated a trip in town on Saturday.  I decided to stop by the restaurant and take advantage of a deal: $20 in Chick-Fil-A gift cards means a free calendar.  I had a gift card that needed reloading, so I got that, a peppermint chocolate chip shake, and my free calendar.

This year’s calendar?  Great Works of Cow Literature.

Mooby Dick.  Sir Arthur Conan Broyle.  I love it!

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