Apologies for yesterday’s cryptic post. I’ve been hemming and hawing and not knowing which way things would go, but I just decided to step away from the 4th horse I’ve vetted since retiring Foster last year.
I don’t know what butterfly flapped its wings and created this endless storm of failed (or questionable) PPE’s, but damn it, I’m ready to be done horse shopping. If I found that butterfly, I might be tempted to squash it under my boot right now, the way I’m feeling.
Or perhaps this is just some way of the universe balancing itself out- I mean, I was able to find homes for Darcy, Smitty, and my saddle rather quickly, so surely my luck had to run out sometime.
Whatever the reason, it’s taken a bit of a toll on me. Or maybe that’s last night’s wine talking.
Sorry for the Debbie Downer post, you guys- hoping Mr. Right is right around the corner, but feeling like he’s hoofing his way around the Bermuda Triangle instead.