BUT! The weather is fricking AMAZING and things are looking up! OK, to be honest, the weather is bizarre and it totally freaks me out that the forcast for the next week is sunny and in the 70s every day. In. March. In. MICHIGAN. What up with that? End Times, that's what. Mosquitos the size of hummingbirds are right around the corner, true fact.
All the sunshine has brought out Chamie's, ahem, amorous side (sigh, AGAIN. This is the 2nd heat she's had since November). It has also brought out my horrible punny side and desire to make my horses speak really awful lolcat.
Brown Mare: "Pssst. Hey. Hey Big Guy. I has a seekrit."
Brown Boy: OMG you're talking to me? For seryous??
Brown Boy: Waaaaiiiiit. Miles feels suspishus. U gon' pull a Lucy an' take mai futball away? I am a sensative boi with the deep feelings an' u hurts me wif ur squels an' kickey feets.
Brown Mare: Shaddup an' lissin. Comes closer. Looks deep into mines eyes.
Brown Mare: I wants to haves ur behbehs. LOTS AND LOTSA BIG BROWN BEHBEHS!!!
Brown Boy: I don' think we're supposeda. Momz gits mad at meeee....
Later that day....
Wimminz iz crayzee. The cheez stands alone.