So Matt's preschool does a St Nick's celebration every year, and a few weeks ago the director was talking about how they have never been able to find a white horse to sort of complete the whole story. We have a few friends who own horses so I asked this one gal if she had a white horse. She did but she wanted more detail before deciding if she was comfortable doing this (she is a horse trainer and teaches riding to adults and kids). I told the director and asked if I could get more details of what all was involved so I could pass that along. That was that - it sort of fell by the wayside after that.
Until last night.
I was happily watching Hell's Kitchen when my phone buzzes with an email from the school director to the entire parent directory of the school. Item #6 is an exciting announcement that Fitty has arranged for a show-stopping white horse to thrill and excite all the horse-loving children! Yay! Christmas is saved! THANKS FITTY!!!!
Lanie.FACE.
I had emailed my friend all the details and I followed up again today, so we will see what she can do (if anything).
So have any you guys ever kidnapped a horse? How does that work?
Why couldn't she have publicly committed me to like vegan fudge or something? Why a FARM ANIMAL?
Re: Interesting predicament
REAL TIME UPDATE
I just got a call from Sebastian. I imagine this will be the only time this sentence is uttered in our marriage: "I have most excellent news. I found a WHITE HORSE! For 100 dollars!!"
::scratches "devise horsenapping plan" off of to-do list::
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Mod is confused.
Also Mod likes white horses, and white knights. So can I come to the St Nick celebrationthon?
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Now I have the moody Blues running through my head.
...Knights in white satin, never reaching the end....
You two could have gotten one of those two-people horse costumes. I'm sure no one would have noticed.
*I almost said "no one would have noticed the difference" but then that would have implied you might look like a horse or something, which I AM NOT SAYING AT ALL.
This really has nothing to do with anything, but apparently the mere mention of horses reminded me of a conversation J and I had on our way down to San Antonio for Thanksgiving. So now I will share it with you all. You're welcome in advance.
I was pensively looking out the window and there was a field with tons of bales of hay, and for some reason it made me curious for the first time ever.
Me: I wonder how much profit they make on hay
J: *somewhat long pause* you mean....dead grass? I would guess quite a lot
Me: hay is just really tall grass?!?!
J: I don't know, I guess
And then I laughed until I cried. Is hay really just dead grass? I always thought it was a specific kind of plant that farmers actually had to grow crops of. Do they just let fields of grass grow real tall and then chop it down and bale it up with those huge crazy pieces of machinery?
F*cking hay, HOW DOES IT WORK????
FUCKINGHAY
My family grew and baled hay when I was a kid. I remember we had alfalfa in it.
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