so i have the foxy new haircut -- i'm back to looking like my old self. Now I just need the job to go with it - this whole po' thing is old.
I keep getting that william shatner song stuck in my head - y'know, the common people one, with the line about "you think poor is cool" - it's strangely catchy.
Tim pulled a tendon yesterday - so i had to move both him and hazel into stalls - it's nice to not have to slog through the mud, but so much for his eventing career in the spring. poor guy.
i think i do too much stuff to successfully find anyone to date - unless I happen to find a clone of myself, they're probably not going to be interested in my horses and dogs to the extent i am.
sigh.