Rain, Rain, Go AWAY...

...stop messing up my Saturday! I'm not one to complain (well okay, maybe I am a little) but I'm ready for some of that Camelot weather. The kind where it only rains after sundown and doesn't interfere with anybody's plans for the day. Plans like, oh I don't know... let's say for example playing working with the horses (outside), visitor area completion and chair painting (also outside), tack/feed room construction (also also outside). *sigh* I'm glad we're finally getting rain again - really. I am. But does it have to be so much all at once and every Saturday? ReallyReally? So it's back to rain rot and icky stinky feet (soggy poo just packs right up in those frogs [hooves] and sticks like glue, don'tcha know - Blech). I do have plenty to do inside: Tempting stuff, like taxes (sorry for swearing). Do you do your own taxes? Have you started? Are you finished? DH keeps trying to talk me into doing the DIY with the whole Turbo Tax thing, but I'm afraid (very afraid). Being mathematically challenged - not to mention paranoid - I much prefer the security of looking to someone else for answers should there be any questions asked ('cause if the IRS comes knocking, I'd probably respond with mass hysteria ;o)

For those of you stuck indoors today, I did an archive dive to find the clips I shot of the girls playing in the pasture not long after Sarabear came. That morning was, to me anyway, hysterically funny. Some of you may remember my previous post (here) and the blurry photos of Bella "protecting" me from Sara. *giggle* Poor Bella - I'm sure it must be quite the trial for her to be *cough* saddled<-- Oooh, that was bad :-D with a biped that is dumb as dirt. You might want to check the cast of characters on the right-hand side of the blog to see who is who before you watch. I should note that I was using the zoom (so we're not quite as close as we seem to be).
Here's the rundown: The squeals are from Rina, who was flirting with Cinnamon through the fence; most of the low snorts are Sara (who did not understand "playtime" and thought there was some kind of crisis going on); and the funny sounding snorts were largely Bellas (although I think Sara blew once too) and those were directed at me. Horses will "blow" to alert members of a herd that there is D-A-N-G-E-R. Although I had tucked myself in next to a large tree just in case, Bella did not seem to think I was safe there at all and felt it necessary to intervene. She jumped and played mostly in circles around where I was standing, and tried her darnedest to keep everyone away from her hapless human. After shooting a few clips, I decided to go in the house because Bella was becoming quite stressed. She wasn't buying any of my calm reassurances that everything was okay. After all, what do I know? I'm just a people ;o)

Hope that gave you a smile or two. Thank you so much for reading this far, and have a blessed week everyone!