Incredible windstorms today. There were fences and trees down, shed roofs blown off, and it was at times difficult to even walk. Had a laugh at the people walking small dogs in the park; couldn’t help but picture Yorkies and poodles sailing at the ends of their leashes like little balloons.
The farrier finally did Kip’s feet, which was a big relief. He was hot-shod, which is always amusing to watch for the first time. You can see the thought processes percolate slowly through his mind:
“I smell smoke! Smells bad. Wonder what’s on fire.”
“Holy fuck! It’s me! My FEET are on fire!”
lol…I love my boy.
The washing machine died. Went out and bought a new one, which was DOA, not amusing Phil in the slightest. We’ll have to deal with that quickly in the morning, before Phil’s parents get here.
Nothing else to tell, nothing at all of interest to anyone, including myself. I’ve been amusing myself by drinking vodka and bidding on things on eBay…which is probably not an incredibly wise thing to do. I saw a horsebox listed, and was going to bid on it just to scare the crap out of Phil tomorrow morning. On the other hand, I may just win it, in which case I’d probably have to go and live in it. :(