OKAY, OKAY.......be careful what you wish for. In 1995, I was whining, " I want a ranch. I need me some horses real bad." (I know the grammar is wrong.) So, last night, a big ass storm blows in out of nowhere.....wind, thunder, lightening. I haul it down the hill and the horses are freaking out and not coming in. I get soaked to the skin and the rain is ice cold, for some reason, and pelting me like hail. I have nothing in the tack shed to wear for protection, so I pull a plastic feed bag out of the trash and cut a hole for my head and holes for my arms. I forget that it will be full of feed dust, and as I pull it on, that crap gets into my eyes and sticks to my wet skin and clothes and mixes with the melted product in my wet hair. I pull it off and have a screaming meemie fit. A complete meltdown, but no tears. I was too mad to cry. As the rain abated, the horses came on in. I got them into their stalls. I had so much adrenaline in my blood that I never really got to sleep. Oh, the joys of living in the country!!!!! LOL
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:26:29 +0000
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