Okay – I’m not sure why “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything” song came to mind. I guess I was trying to come up with a silly list of things I thought I’d never do but Bob & Larry beat me to it.
I’ve never plucked a rooster
and I am not too good at ping-pong
and I’ve never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall
and I’ve never kissed a chipmunk,
and I’ve never gotten head lice
and I have never been to Boston in the fall.
Why the list you ask? Today I crossed one of those things off my list. No, I didn’t kiss a chipmunk but I did take a blow dryer to my pony’s hooves & that sounds strange even to me & I’m the one that did it.
He walked into the barn this morning when I was in there feeding the plethora* of cats. The poor little man was walking funny & I wondered if it was time for a visit from the farrier. I thought that was odd because they usually go the whole winter without needing a trim. I learned from the last farrier that hooves are actually a hair. The growth slows down over the winter because the hair growth is concentrated on their winter coat. Interesting, huh? You may sleep well knowing you learned something today. 😉 Upon closer inspection, I could see he had snow & ice packed in his hooves about the size of a softball – it was like he was ice skating – poor little man. Although it has warmed up to a balmy 5 today, that wasn’t enough to thaw it & I wanted to take care of it for him. With hubby’s help, we got him all melted & chiseled out. He did better than I expected. Good dog. 😀
and I’ve never licked a spark-plug
and I’ve never sniffed a stink bug
and I’ve never painted Daisies on a big red rubber ball
and I’ve never bathed in yogurt
and I don’t look good in leggings
and I’ve never been to Boston in the fall.
*Removes – ‘take blow dryer to pony’ off of to do list.*
*Tries to have a more normal to do list for the future*
This strange list does bring a movie to mind that I haven’t seen in years – My Chauffeur. There was a wacky rock star & his entourage on a scavenger hunt of sorts. Although my pony fiasco may not qualify for a “Bucket List” or even be “Scavenger Hunt” worthy, I feel like I am a step closer to the grand finale of wackiness that is my life!
“All I need now is a one legged nun walking a goat & I win!”
My apologies to Big Idea & the use of your lyrics for my twisted self indulgence.
Now… about that goldfish that was stuck to the side of the refrigerator…
*Hefe? Do you know what it is to have a plethora? tee hee…