Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Lovely.

   Well, the wicked mouse has finally met his demise! I opened the curtain hiding the disarrayed shelving this morning to discover an obscenely large grey rodent lying limply in the trap. Originally presuming it to be some sort of raccoon or small bear, or even a wolverine, closer inspection proved that it was simply a gigantic grey mouse. Such a pleasant discovery to make, bleary eyed in a robe and nightgown, squinting through smudged glasses. I must say, it woke me up, though.
  School, school, school. Today I am to do 6 lessons of 20th Century history. Ah well, at least I enjoy reading about that era immensely. I am enthralled by the flapper culture, and am quite certain I was born in the wrong time period. Ah well. At least now we have email. The hats they had back then were positively amazing though. Now you can't exactly wear a cloche or fedora over your eyes without being branded as some hipster. Darn stereotypes!
  It's a frigid but bright day today, mocking me as I am doomed to stay inside, staring blankly at the computer screen, allowing myself a glance every now and then outside the window to watch the ponies. Oh, and about my calling them ponies: We actually do not have any ponies. Spirit is 16.3, Sugar is 16.1, Bandit is 15.3. Commander and Millicent are the only "ponies". Never sticked them, but I presume they top out at about 14.2-15 on a tall day. However, both are Quarter Horses. Midget Quarter Horses, but Quarter Horses all the same.
  Ta ta, dahlings! -EQ and Spirit
 

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