horse races

[threeplusfire]

Work felt eight years long. At least there were sandwiches. I made brownies with butterscotch. Then we left a little early. When I walked out of the office, it felt the same as morning - still warm and slightly sticky. By the time I made it home it had dropped several degrees. Finally, we might have some autumn weather.

When I got home, I found that Mike bought me a pony. I have named him Ormonde, after a British racehorse of the late 19th century. He is very soft and large. No one has purchased me a pony since I was about eight, I believe. My two earliest stuffed animals were ponies, a golden one I called Baby Pony and a larger brown one called Daddy Pony. Don't ask me, I was four. I have no idea why I named them so. I also had a bunch of Breyer Horses. My mother loves horses. I've maybe only ridden a half dozen times in my life, but I love it.

The running joke since I got divorced was that I wasn't going to marry again unless someone bought me a pony. Haha.

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[state-monkey.livejournal.com]

so what'cha gonna name the new one? I have a "pet frog" I named Comrade Gribbit. I am old and have no excuse.

p.s. autumn has been officially canceled. Don't you read the Onion?

p.p.s. careful, this horse thing might mean your man is the marring kind. Or the Equus kind. o.O

-happy thanksgiving-