Because life with horses is never orderly.
On every level.
On horses and between seasons. While I am incredibly relieved that spring is on the way and there’s an end in sight to the cold misery that is winter, I could seriously do without the mud, snud, and hair. I’m also hating these last minute storms winter is tossing at me in one final attempt at ruining my life. 😉 Ah well, soon enough it will be over 100. 😀
Someone wake me up from this nightmare.
That is not ok. To be honest, I am never on board with snow, regardless of the time of year. It’s just a NOPE. But there are some who seem able to tolerate its awfulness providing it occurs over the holidays. I’ve yet to meet many who love it once they’ve been given a taste of spring and the ability to dress in under 45 layers without freezing to death.
It’s scary because it’s true.
Ah, what could be more frightening than reality? 😉
More a verb than a noun these days.
So this morning was apparently the first real morning of fall and no one was pleased. If I were bright I’d have followed my own advice above. Instead, I pressed on and rode through an impressive array of shenanigans. One of these days I’ll learn to make better life choices. 😉
Not that I love being hairy, mind you.
Not that I am complaining, of course! 😉 I’ll take being covered in hair and mud over snow, ice, and homicidal horses any day! Here’s to hoping that summer gets its rear in gear and makes an appearance soon.
Seriously. Have you ever even looked at it??
Honestly, in what world is it NOT terrifying to convince your kid that a small, creepy looking elf is lurking in the house and that he comes ALIVE at night to spy on you all and report back to his master?! All that’s missing is some creepy music and blood spatter and you have the makings of a solid horror flick. 😉
Woody has even more choice words for this sort of thing.
Can’t say I blame them for their clear disdain over this sort of thing. 😉 Still, it is pretty amusing.
Worthless. Totally worthless.
This is the time of year when you might as well just live out of your car since there’s no way you could actually, intelligently dress for the day. 😉
…Thank the sweet baby Jesus!
It’s officially time to thrill all the youngest equestrians by tormenting all the most tolerant of equids (and some of the less tolerant too). 😉
He also probably won’t be amused with frozen burritos or Chinese Carry out.
I honestly think that barns are where time goes to die– especially during the summer when it’s warm and light out for hours on end. Somehow I always swear I’ll be home at a reasonable time and then *poof* it’s 9:30 and I’m just wandering in. :/