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It’s Friday Night. Do you know where your sanity is?
My cat hates me because I cleaned the whole house before I fed her.
I do not understand this apparent love fest with the phrase “He’s a good handle” in classified ads. Is this a Texas thing? Are horses naturally knobby things that open doors? Are they the wooden ends of sweeping implements? Have we forgotten the difference between the noun “handle” and the verb “to handle”? Am I just a grammar snob?
I went shopping for groceries, came home, and discovered the only thing I didn’t buy was anything I wanted to eat right this moment.
The cardboard boxes in my living room are now broken down and stored away. Does this mean I’m finally moved in?
Why do people refer to their horses as a “YYYY model”? Do all horses born in 1996 have three white socks? Were all 1988 horses a little nuts? Do all 2003 horses have bad pasterns? Do we secretly wish our horses were cars?
Should I buy a house? Will any bank lend to me?
If I clean my half chaps, will they darken at all? I have nothing to oil them with, and although a pass a tack store daily(!) on my way to work, it’s never at a time when I can stop and buy some oil.
Why do I love awful teen flick movies so much?
Has anybody ever had a good experience with Ariat boots? I hate mine with the fire of a thousand suns. I want new boots.
Is it horribly wrong that I am reveling, yes, reveling, in the fact that I don’t have to wear those puke-green hunter breeches any more? God, I hated them.
At what point does one become the crazy cat lady? Can I have a certificate when I become one?
Can you go crazy from looking at software specifications for nine hours in one day?
How can I own hundreds of books and yet have nothing to read?
What do you do when you discover the super-secret horse name you’ve been treasuring for years has awful connotations that you never knew about?
Where are my glasses? I cleaned the whole house, and I can’t find them.
What is it about human nature that makes us say, “Wow, that’s potentially dangerous. I should be really careful.... oh, ####. ####. ####. Oh, ow, ow, ow, #### ow.” I think I’m going to end up with a new scar, all because I decided to pick up a broken glass vase last week instead of sweep it into a dustpan.
It feels like forever since I’ve ridden. Thank goodness I have a lesson this weekend.
Thank goodness it’s the weekend. I think my head’s going to explode.
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Comments
My boots had just never really felt like they broke in all the way, and I’ve had them for years. I love them while I’m riding; it’s walking around before and after that annoys me.
My cat’s crazy, which of course begs the question of what that means for me, if it’s true that people resemble their pets. Hmm. This can’t lead anywhere good. Let’s assume it’s her, not me.
On May 20, 2008, Lynda said:
Ariat boots - I love mine. I wear each pair until you can hardly recognize them as boots, then I reluctantly buy a new pair of exactly the same thing.
Crazy Cat Lady - depends on whether you mean a lady with a crazy cat, or a cat lady that’s crazy.