Horses and watermelon
You wanna know what frustrates me? SEEDLESS WATERMELON. It’s frustrating as Hell. If Hell is a frustrating place, and I have been told it is, then seedless watermelon is FRUSTRATING AS HELL! I don’t think seedless watermelon should be called seedless, it should be called colorless seeded watermelon. Or is that not politically correct? Never mind the politics I am in no mood to involve myself with any of that. Anyway, I think it’s ridiculous there is even such a thing on the market. I mean, seedless water melon? It’s the fleecing of America. If the watermelon pictured above is seedless, then I must be blind and spitting out imaginary seeds. My question is who the crap do I need to talk to about this?
And speaking of crap, My girls have taken up the equestrian arts. If it is an art, I don’t know.
They have been learning to ride english saddle and yes, they are wearing helmets. No rhinestones though.
I was excited to take Little Man to see the horses and watch his sisters ride, but all he seems to be entertained by is the horse poop. Everything about it is amazing to him, from it’s size to the way it tootsie-rolls out of the horse’s butt. He gets so excited he becomes chimp-like and hops around scratching under his arms while screeching “poops, poops, POOPS!” He then claps and watches his mother die of embarrassment. But even my death is nothing to him because he continues to shrill “MOMMA POOPS! POOPS! POOPS!”
I spared you the photo I took of the horse poop. You can thank me generously.
I will also spare you the story about me nearly stepping on a snake while walking over to take the horse riding photos, because I’m sure you already saw the footage on the Nightly News.
Sass and Sessy fed the horses some of the “seedless watermelon”. I wonder if Little Man will spot the seeds in their poop.
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