I had this whole post written out about how awesome last weekend was (the beach, shopping, more shopping, alcohol, pony), but now that it's this weekend, I feel like I missed that opportunity. Whoops.
|These are my pale thighs on the beach. Surprisingly no tattoos in this image.|
In other news, C is moving in a couple months. First, it was one city and I had a lot of help getting her set up with good contacts (thank you!). Then she came to me and said that her orders had changed and she's moving to my hometown. I put her in contact with my old barn manager, for whom I worked, and now she'll be moving to that barn and feeding. I feel like, thanks to my personal connections and the existence of nice people in the blogger world, she could have told me any city in the US and maybe Canada and I could have given her at least one reference.
And, finally, my mom sent a text asking if she could spend the night on the way to see my brothers in Florida. In exchange, she had to come out to the barn with me. It might have been a little mean, but she seemed to enjoy seeing her "grandson". He wasn't sure of her and I was super anxious about those open shoes (because equestrians with barefeet have an innate food swiftness, right?), but she won him over with treats. Allllso. She left her cutting machine with me while she's gone. Oh, yes.