You know, that one made with some of that fine back-bar tequila in a glass of mottled blues and greens, tons of salt around the rim, frosty... perfect...
I don't think I'm supposed to drink with all this cough medicine and decongestant on board, but I sure want to. I don't know, is that f-ed up? I probably only want to drink because I feel so completely rotten right now and that has to be about the worst instinct ever.
We went to the ranch this afternoon. I groomed Foxy and she really got into the brushing. She stujuck her muzzle in the air and was working her lips in that "ah yes, right there, no... just a little to the right, ahhhhh perfect..." kind of way. I rode Apollo, nothing fancy, just ground work. We had a few moments of synergy. There were a few moments of bucking when we started to canter, undoubtedly because I didn't lunge him first. Still, the few moments of synergy are all it takes to make it all worthwhile.
Dean is singing "Henry the Octopus" and assembling the easel I got yesterday. Viola and I are about to do a reading lesson and Avery is working on a project made, apprently, from a million pieces of tape.
I just have to say, BayA looks so cute right now with her two pigtails that are still rather sparse. They curl almost completely around. She's getting big. I've noticed lately that Viola is getting awfully tall and heavy for carting about. I can't imagine a time when I can't just run over and sweep one of them up in my arms for hugs or boo-boo-kissing but I know it's coming. When Viola was the age Avery is now I was already pregnant again and had been having baby-pangs for some time. I'm done with the baby pangs, I just kinda wish my babies would stay babies a little longer.