Sleepless in Idaho...
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orchidcactusFirst: Fic rec... updated my Dragon Age 2 reading links to include some pure smut goodness by littleblackdog. *fans self*
So, another one of those nights where I don't sleep... and not because I've been reading good fanfiction. *points vaguely at the last non-sleep post*
Random blathering is random...
Horses, like dogs or cats or other animals, need to be wormed periodically. Horse wormer is a thick paste, which comes in a tube with a plunger. (like a push-up pop)
In theory, one end of the tube (which the manufacturer so thoughtfully narrows into a tip) is put in the corner of the horse's mouth, the plunger is depressed, the wormer goes in, the horse swallows... and bam! your horse is wormed.
I know my readers are clever people. I'm sure you noted the 'in theory' part. Uh-huh. What really happens is your bitchy horse throws her head all over the place like you're trying to POISON her. Wormer goes all over her face, your hands, YOUR face, and possibly in your hair. (I say possibly because wormer and wormer-filled horse spit are pretty similar. Not that I'd know.)
Then, said horse spits it out. (Didn't know horses could spit, did you? I didn't either, until I met this particular mare.) Lather, rinse, repeat. *sigh*
Thankfully, Honey (yes, that's the mares name. appropriate, no?) is the worst of the bunch. After I convinced her it was futile to struggle with me (she must have realized having me attached to her for the rest of the day, hanging like a lumpy, noisy accesory from her halter, was unattractive), I was able to move on to the rest of the motley bunch.
Even the Ninja Pony behaved himself. Of course, I can put *him* in a headlock.
The rest of tonight, I'm going to try to write. I think changing the plot up in the current fic was a mistake. And not a happy little mistake. (Yeah, I know, it's 'accident'. Work with me, people.)
Big plans for tomorrow... no fanfiction reading/recs/writing... it's all about TSCC 102, baby.
So, another one of those nights where I don't sleep... and not because I've been reading good fanfiction. *points vaguely at the last non-sleep post*
Random blathering is random...
Horses, like dogs or cats or other animals, need to be wormed periodically. Horse wormer is a thick paste, which comes in a tube with a plunger. (like a push-up pop)
In theory, one end of the tube (which the manufacturer so thoughtfully narrows into a tip) is put in the corner of the horse's mouth, the plunger is depressed, the wormer goes in, the horse swallows... and bam! your horse is wormed.
I know my readers are clever people. I'm sure you noted the 'in theory' part. Uh-huh. What really happens is your bitchy horse throws her head all over the place like you're trying to POISON her. Wormer goes all over her face, your hands, YOUR face, and possibly in your hair. (I say possibly because wormer and wormer-filled horse spit are pretty similar. Not that I'd know.)
Then, said horse spits it out. (Didn't know horses could spit, did you? I didn't either, until I met this particular mare.) Lather, rinse, repeat. *sigh*
Thankfully, Honey (yes, that's the mares name. appropriate, no?) is the worst of the bunch. After I convinced her it was futile to struggle with me (she must have realized having me attached to her for the rest of the day, hanging like a lumpy, noisy accesory from her halter, was unattractive), I was able to move on to the rest of the motley bunch.
Even the Ninja Pony behaved himself. Of course, I can put *him* in a headlock.
The rest of tonight, I'm going to try to write. I think changing the plot up in the current fic was a mistake. And not a happy little mistake. (Yeah, I know, it's 'accident'. Work with me, people.)
Big plans for tomorrow... no fanfiction reading/recs/writing... it's all about TSCC 102, baby.
