*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[EmtheFishLady]

Bakery, Candy shop, restaurant. MFB likes all his needs rolled into one. Plus, he'd have to actually GO to one of those places, which means leaving the farm.






I don't know that I like this new Spook. The old one was a sucker for a free baked good. I could lure I mean uh, invite him over anytime.

 

[Spookwriter]

Em, I have to watch my diet these days.

Might not be much market for short round fat guys.
Especially my age.

Eat right and exercise...the new me.

Decided to do some pushups the other day. I got
all ready, put my exercise clothes on, got down
on the floor...and laid there. My daughter had to
come help me up.

How embarrassing.

So I've decided to cut out sweets for a while.
(Actually only because I'm out of them and too lazy to go to the store)

 

[Bunnylady]

Push ups are overrated. But you got me wondering, Spook - what kind of sheet do you exercise in?


Looking out my window at a thousand pounds of insanity right now. All this rain has made such a mess - most of my horses' paddocks are underwater, and much of the rest is at least ankle-deep mud. My Quarter Horses have voluntarily been confining themselves to their stalls (highest and driest space available). Cool weather often puts fresh batteries in the horses, but there is nowhere for them to safely burn that energy off. It's windy today, too, which I suspect may blow in one of a horse's ears and blow what little brains they have right out the other. BB2K put Latte into the back yard earlier, and she had been having random spells of bucking and running all afternoon. Our Big Blonde Bombshell keeps detonating; only a crazy person would try to ride her in that state of mind!

 

[Alaskan]

So.... Going riding this afternoon, eh?

 

[sourland]

'Al', you do know

. OK, you have had your fun so please take back your winter. My old hands can not handle double digit - F temperatures.

Spook, it has to be very drafty under that sheet.

 

[Alaskan]

Nope... No give backs.

 

[sourland]

How's your supply of broody birds?

 

[Alaskan]

Zilch. Laying is picking up.

No way your terrible aim could ever get me.

 

[sourland]

I've proved folks wrong before.

 

[Alaskan]

Careful with your wand.... You might make the princess pregnant.