As a wee young one, all I ever wanted to do was think about HORSES. My older sister had a collection of ceramic horse figurines and I lurved them. I read through the entire Black Stallion series multiple times and dreamed of having my own horse someday.
I never got to take riding lessons and have actually only ever ridden a horse twice when it's not attached to that stupid pole thing where they just walk around in a circle. Lame.
So today I met with a local instructor who is actually from California. And he's going to teach me how to ride!
We walked around part of the ranch and checked out his horses. He showed me his $7000 custom made saddle and lots of... tack.
I showed him my checkbook.
Is it wrong that I enjoy the smell of horse poop?
2 comments:
Hope the riding lessons are great! I will live through you.
Speed dating: great for trying it! Who knows how you find someone to like? You've got to put it out there! (You decide what the IT is.)
They were plastic! Not ceramic. ;) But you will have fun!!!
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