My Winchester...
Apr. 27th, 2009 03:35 amMy horse is officially a Winchester.
Dan's brother, who we haven't seen for years, since before his Mom died, at least, showed up out of the blue today. We had heard he was in town, but figured he'd moved on by now. But anyway, he showed up, unannounced, and I spent my Sunday cleaning house instead of sleeping. I hate unannounced guests, but I do love knowing we're not completely alone in the universe, even if I know for a fact there's not anyone we can count on in a crisis but ourself. Wow, pessimistic me is pessimistic at 2:30 in the morning. LOL.
But anyway, Dan and his brother were standing in the barn drinking a beer and talking about my horse, Winchester. And Winchesters's a giant groper, I gotta say, always has his lips on something. The big bugger stuck his head sideways through the stall door and wrapped his lips around Sarge's beer can, and took it out of his hand. Bwahahahaha! He truly is a Winchester. I wish I had a picture.
Meh, I'm feeling kinda sickly tonight. I thought I was just thirsty, but I drank a ton of water and my throat's still dry and scratchy as hell. The other day one of the machine attendants was in my lab doing his drop tests, and I swear he sneezed 20 times. I just knew I was gonna catch whatever he had. Sigh. And it couldn't have hit me a couple days ago when I'd have the weekend to sleep it off. Ohhh no. Had to hit me tonight when I have to be to work tomorrow. Ah well, maybe it'll go away. LOL.
Dan's brother, who we haven't seen for years, since before his Mom died, at least, showed up out of the blue today. We had heard he was in town, but figured he'd moved on by now. But anyway, he showed up, unannounced, and I spent my Sunday cleaning house instead of sleeping. I hate unannounced guests, but I do love knowing we're not completely alone in the universe, even if I know for a fact there's not anyone we can count on in a crisis but ourself. Wow, pessimistic me is pessimistic at 2:30 in the morning. LOL.
But anyway, Dan and his brother were standing in the barn drinking a beer and talking about my horse, Winchester. And Winchesters's a giant groper, I gotta say, always has his lips on something. The big bugger stuck his head sideways through the stall door and wrapped his lips around Sarge's beer can, and took it out of his hand. Bwahahahaha! He truly is a Winchester. I wish I had a picture.
Meh, I'm feeling kinda sickly tonight. I thought I was just thirsty, but I drank a ton of water and my throat's still dry and scratchy as hell. The other day one of the machine attendants was in my lab doing his drop tests, and I swear he sneezed 20 times. I just knew I was gonna catch whatever he had. Sigh. And it couldn't have hit me a couple days ago when I'd have the weekend to sleep it off. Ohhh no. Had to hit me tonight when I have to be to work tomorrow. Ah well, maybe it'll go away. LOL.
Brat in sunlight My baby. Probably the most photogenic one of my horses. He just has those bedroom eyes and the most adorable personality. |