I've never buried treasure in St Louie or St Paul…

Tee hee…

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.

pirates

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!”

chauff

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…
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*Hefe? Do you know what it is to have a plethora? tee hee…

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7 thoughts on “I've never buried treasure in St Louie or St Paul…

  1. Why would snow form into ice balls inside his hooves? Did that happen to your other horse?

    BTW… Love Three Amigos!

    Together we burned the village,
    Rrrrraped the horses,
    Rode off on the women,
    Plundered,
    and pruned the hedges of many small villages.

  2. The other 2 were fine. It was very odd…

    Tee hee – another fan!

    Would you like to kiss me on the veranda?
    Lips would be fine.

  3. *waves to Shan*

    I should edit it now. You posted the lyrics a couple days ago – that’s what made the song stick in my mind! *whew* I am not a freak…all by myself anyway 😀

    Mel… not enough arms for that trick. Maybe I should send him to you. I’m sure he’d pass for a burro 😉

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