When I came home from camping, he asked if I felt like a farmers wife yet. With skepticism, I worridly asked why. He just giggled and got on the phone. Obviously making arrangements for something. I reminded him that we have fourteen chickens, a dog, a cat, three monkey boys, a papa, and us. I take care of them. I do not need more on my plate. He just chuckled. I told him no goats and no cows. He reassured me there would be no goats or cows and continued the conversation with the person on the phone, arranging a pick up time. I was getting scared.
It seems his aunt had two horses that she needed to get rid of and if we wanted to come pick them up, we could have them. Our property is horse property. We are allowed to have 2 1/2 horses (it's based on acreage, don't know about the half situation) for our lot. But, Jason had been talking to my dad, Jerry that lives six houses away. He already has one horse and they figured they could just add to the corral. So, now they have three horses on their property. They are called the family horses. They are there for my parents and us. It will be fun if I ever get the guts up to ride one!
The horses really are beautiful. Until the corrals get built on my property, I won't feel too much like a farmers' wife.
Hollywood. The beautiful, spirited thouroghbred (sp?)
Sam's News The Palimino that is family friendly and the favorite the kids call her Sammy. I think we are all partial to blondies!
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