I hate dealing with adults that act like children. Especially when my children act like little adults.
When I was waitressing between college and teaching, one of the Mexican cooks called me "Sweety Heart" and asked me every night after to work to go to the Horseshoe Club with him for drinks. I never did, and looking back I think that was wise.
I was once told by a return missionary neighbor that I would "probably like hell." Some days I think he may be right.
Days like today give me a severe case of spring fever. The sun is shining and my daffodils are nearly ready to bloom. I see several buds ready to open. It is supposed to storm tomorrow. Will it bring snow?
I have yet to meet a horse I didn't like, and our herd reflects that. I once told my dad that one day I would have enough horses to ride a different horse every day of the week, and never ride the same color twice. We are almost there, much to the Cow Boss’s dismay. I secretly hope my boys feel the same about horses as I do.
Mad About Turquoise with The Mad Cow Company
7 months ago