wannabe yellowjackets

Last night Boy and I went up to the farm to go riding. Someone had run off with literally all of my gear for Majic and I was pissed. We only ride twice a week and getting up there after work with all the traffic and stuff is a mess. Its bad enough when I have to spend half time just looking for my gear. I had worked myself into a fine frenzy by the time I realized that saddle, bridle, girth and pad were all gone. And its not like I could make do either, since that is literally the only bridle at the farm that fits and riding Majic bareback outside of the ring would be a fine way to meet the ground on personal terms.

Anyways, Boy and I tacked up Joe and I went out into the meadow alone. Boy figured it would do me good to go work the anger out of my system and Joe good because he's been especially leg dead and lazy lately. Amusingly enough, after the first screaming fit at him for refusing to move, he was very cooperative. I keep telling Boy he needs to yell more.

( adventures with flying nasties )