On the subject of ponies.
Some of you may have picked up upon the fact that I have a thing for ponies. Every horse is a “pony” to me and I want one, bad. I must be an accomplished equestrian right? Nope. That’d be my sister. She even studied horse stuff in college and I remember her telling me how part of her classes were at the stables. and I was like “Shut. Up. You get to hang out with ponies as part of your school!?”
But I digress. Recently my sister-in-law sent me a text message with the best picture I have got in a long time:
Now, I knew, the instant I looked at it why she sent it. It was a pink pony! And I have said that I want a pony, a pink one, with sparkles. (Odds are I will never get an actual pony, so why not dream big right?)
But in case I misunderstood her, a seminary student, she then sent the following message:
“This is hilarious and made me think of you… well the pink pony part that is…and not the adult entertainment part!”
It’s always good to know your in-law does not associate you with adult entertainment. Though I think I should contact the owner of this establishment and tell him his portrayal is not realistic, riding bare-back like that with no chaps, or other significant bottoms, can cause chaffing pretty bad I would think.
Though again, I am no equestrian expert.