As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Thursday, November 7, 2013
Blessi and the Cup Fixation
Today I had to write out an unbudgeted check. As I was leading Blessi back to his pasture, he took advantage of the float in the lead line to knock over a cup that was sitting on a trash can in the aisle way. Unfortunately the cup was an expensive, double walled ceramic piece with inlaid insulation and it shattered. Sigh, ponies can be expensive.
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