How to Shut Melissa Up

Melissa: I'm just going to gloat for a minute... It's 60 degrees and sunny and I'm wearing a tank top and there's a lovely breeze.

Me: We have SNOW.

Usually, the mention of snow on the ground has the effect of sending my dear Melissa into a bit of a sulk. Not today.

Melissa: And you're all cold, and today I think I'll put on shorts and go outside...

Me: The snow is all pretty and white and sparkly.

Melissa: ...and stand barefoot in the yard and let the wind blow through my outstretched fingers.

At this point she thinks she's won but I have a card up my sleeve.

Me: Yeah? WELL I'M GOING RIDING.

Melissa: Pppppppppth. *hates*





I think I won.

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Horsey Update:


Had my lesson, half on the rangy TB with an attitude problem and no desire to put a nice arch in his neck, half on a haaaandsome Hanoverian schoolmaster with a big stride who may be going blind in his left eye, but doesn't seem to care. Their names are Austin and Will. I'm really, really tired, but I got a great workout and had a nice canter on Will. He really has the most fantastic gaits - at the medium walk, he must have a twenty-foot stride, and when he extends the trot... it's like floating!

So yeah. I'll be competing at Bethany this weekend - wish me luck and pray I don't get the paint mare who was pulled off her foal again. She and I Did Not Get Along the last time I rode her.


Hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day - I did, black clothes and all.