I Want. I Want.

My mom just called to schedule a week during the summer for Becky to come and visit. She does this every year, but since she started working at the hospital, she has to schedule things a little more precisely. So, the week is scheduled.

My mom also has a horse. Captain, his name is. All the grand kids love Captain. Hell, I love Captain. He's such a gentle horse. I've only ridden him once, and that was enough for a fatso like me.

Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.......

Becky comes to me after I get off the phone and says, "Mom, I'm going to need some riding boots for when I go up to Granny's."


She's going to spend a week at her grandmother's house, maybe ride the stupid horse twice, and she needs riding boots?

I don't think so.