I'm Running out of Shoes

My closet is growing dustbunnies. There are just too few shoes taking up that valuable floor space to inhibit the growth of dustbunnies. Empty. Bereft. That's my closet. Though my outfits have long past the stage of true fashionable interchangability and I'm down to a just a few choice outfits for the rare occasions that I need to look decent, thats still no reason for a girl to not have a big shoe choice.

So where have my shoes gone?

They're all over, strewn somewhere on the roads and in the roadside woods along the way from the barn in Columbia to my home a few towns away.

Why are my shoes in roadside ditches?

Because I go to the barn, exit my truck. Lean against the bumper of my truck, take off my shoes, put on my riding boots, then ride, come back and get in my truck to go home.

Did I forget anything?

You betcha. I left my shoes on the bumper of my truck. Sometimes one shoe will actually manage to cling to the bumper to be found when I pull into my driveway and get out and see it.

Today I lost one sneaker. My closet is gonna be really pissed off. But the dust bunnies will be happy.

My closet now consists of:

• A fierce pair of 5 inch heels
• A pair of flip flops
• A pair of UGGS
• A pair of Hooker Boots that I bought for a Halloween party a few years ago

No, honestly, that's all I have left for shoes in my closet. What the hell do I wear to the PTO meetings?

Checkbooks and Horseshows Go Hand and Hoof

"Abby, that costs a lot of money."

"What's the big deal? Just whip out the checkbook and write the number down and give it to them. Wa-La!"

"Um, honey, you do understand that you need to have money in the bank to write a check, right?"

"Dude, I just know how to fill the check in."

Oh yes, that's my girl.

Now onto today's VIDEO portion of our blog. Abby's first, official, by-God-she-did-it-herself WALK/TROT horseshow! Now, for all of our not-so-regular readers, I'll give you a hint on how to find Abby in this video. She's the only kid on a pony. Apparently, all the other kids' parents took the "Horse" in "Horse-Show" to heart and bought their kids a big ol' horse. Finding Abby is kind of like playing Where's Waldo, but in reverse.



Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much to my friend Ellen for helping us out at the show all day. I'm sure you had better things to do on a Sunday, but know that your sacrifice to the Equine Gods was truly appreciated.