So, everybody remember that horse I was planning on trying to get for camp?

I screwed up somewhere along the way. She's not an hour, maybe and hour and a half away - she's FIVE HOURS ONE WAY away. That's 10 hours on the road for a horse that may be a dud that I don't know if I could even get BACK. *grumbles*

However.

According to Google maps, Owensville, IN (where she is) is 3 hours and 3 minutes from Cape Girardeau, MO. The place is obviously going to be outside of the town, so that time could be a bit more or less. That could work.

My brain hurts too much to think about it anymore right now.

Today, I realized just how unmercifully I'm going to be teased at camp/work this year.

*blink*

I think I'll take the 1,000 lb territorial horse-beasts in the first week or so of trying to re-establish their pecking order over the tiny, fragile babies. Horses I can deal with. Babies terrify me. I'm afraid I'll break them. Saddling a horse I can do.. changing a diaper is foreign to me. And I much prefer barn smell over diaper smell. Plus, you can't ride a baby.

*quirks eyebrow*

I think I've been reading too many of Mark's columns. When I get stressed or tired, I tend to write like him. Maybe I should try for my own column in the paper... "Slightly off the Mark: Sans Mustache".. or something like that.

I make lots of jokes about Mark's mustache, but honestly, I think he'd look really weird without it. I like it.

(Now, who can tell me how I went from babies to mustaches?)

Speaking of Mark and the mustache... we cleaned up the yard yesterday. Picked up the branches, sticks, and shingles and trash from next door, got the leaves away from the basement door, put the screens in the back windows, etc.

There is a HUGE pile of every size of stick imaginable in the backyard.. along with a very large patch of bare dirt from when his pipes were dug up and replaced last year.

You camp people reading this know what this means. Big blazical in the back yard. S'mores, then hamburgers a la foil. Large first aid kit on standby. All kerosene removed from the immediate vicinity.

I'm excited. :D

I might have to make two, at different times. 'Cause, you know.. Banana Boats. </camp jargon>

Also, I talked to my mother on the phone today for probably 3 1/2 hours or more altogether today, and didn't want to smash my face into any sort of hard, unyielding object. Go me?