The view from the barn yesterday.
|Pretty, you say? Bah. HUMBUG.|
I stuck my foot in this water trough to see what was going on in there (no, not the broken foot--I was hoping to break this one in the process so I'd have a matching set).
|Snow over ice. Quelle suprise.|
I had to shovel snow to get this paddock gate closed. Thank fuck I realized I wouldn't be able to close it BEFORE I had a horse in my hand. The hilarious thing is, though, that I didn't turn any horses out here, because it's the farthest paddock from the barn and they were all acting like FUCKING PSYCHOPATHS so I chose a closer paddock and carried water to them in buckets all day.
|Hell yeah arm muscles.|
|Perhaps alerting other vultures to my immanent demise.|
I did, eventually, get the motherfuckers out.
|My darling Mo, background, was THE WORST yesterday. Rearing much?|
Spike, next to the water trough, has given me five heart attacks per day over the last three weeks.
Bailey thinks he's at the beach. It was legit warm, like 46, on Sunday.
|I'm sure you're just EXHAUSTED from doing FUCK-ALL, black dog.|
Sigh. Jumps. I miss you.
|I do a whole hell of a lot to be able to jump these pieces of wood||.|
SuperMom is on her way in a 4WD vehicle to come get me (let's not talk about my car--it's fine but I'm annoyed at it for not being a good snow-driving vehicle). I'll be right back here tonight but at least I can talk to another human, go to work and make money, and wear civilian clothes instead of the same gross barn gear I've been in for days.
I hope everyone is having a better winter than me. Maybe I'll just move back to Florida and panhandle (get it?).