Therefor for a Kid growing up in a desert, Snow = Christmas.
Makes total sense to me...
|"Tis the Season!"|
|"I will f*&$%^# KILL you! Get this shit off my head!"|
It doesn't help that I am waaaaay ahead of my usual curve and already purchased most of my Christmas gifties. Some of them need certain customization, so I was on the ball with ordering this year. Also, I had some BRILLIANT ideas. The kind that you just cant sideline...
Also, have I mentioned that I love Christmas?
What am I not super enamored with?
|WTF is Scott doing back there?|
Oh yeah. Stall cleaning! Here's how I can sum up my morning: Wheelbarrows do not work when there's over 2" of snow on the ground.
And sleds full of poo are heavy. I worked up quite the sweat as three mares just stood there and watched.