Black Cat Day
Today was a fairly good day, over all. Even though at lunch a black cat crossed my path, came back and re-crossed it for luck, sat there and glared at me, and gave me the finger. Well, not the last part, but only because his paw wasn’t mobile enough.
Went out to the stable, and worked Kipper; I bought a hard hat and rode him for the first time – in the scary indoor arena, too! He’s such a sweetie.
Came home and called Phil, and his little barbie-doll assistant answered, which ruined my mood. I expected her to say “I’m sorry, my daddy isn’t in right now.” She was polite to me, though, which was a miracle – she’s usually incredibly rude to me. Must be satisfying knowing that a couple are breaking up over you. Ah, well, as they say around here “at least they won’t ruin another couple.”
All I want is out…AND for the holidays to be over.