While it was flipping cold outside, I was going stir crazy and failing to manage my Raynaud’s. Now that it is beautiful outside (well, compared to the last couple weeks, anyway), I have a head cold. Pardon me, while I pout.
|we can pretend this is me pouting, right?|
I'm going to a show Saturday. A local hunter.jumper show. Where we will happily go 2'3" and 2'6" with the intent of jumping bigger courses and absolutely no hope of ribbons. I'm completely OK with that. I really want to kick ass at Beginner Novice eventing in 2014. So, while I really just want to drug up and do this:
|seriously, any cat will do...|
And my husband will never understand why I don't just stay home and rest...