So I'm on vacation at the beach right now, and I have so many story ideas and stuff. My mom is like "Let's go do stuff!" and I'm over here stroking my computer and sounding like Smeagol, "Myy precioussss. Don't take me from my preciousss!" And I totally fell on my butt the other day, in front of lots of people. Just FYI, the ocean IS STRONG ENOUGH TO KNOCK YOU OVER. EVEN IF YOU ARE ONLY IN UP TO YOUR KNEES.
But on a totally different note, I have cut down my barrel racing time by a bunch. (I have not timed myself recently, but I am getting much faster, It feels like flying now! Also, it is terrifying if you are bareback and aren't paying attention when your horse drops her shoulder and kinda scampers because you were going fast into a barrel... Whoops! (just saying, I am not a very good racer. I just enjoy it for fun, I have never competed or gone faster than a lope... )