Last night I was so excited to go to bed early. I usually go to bed around 11, and somehow was able to get into bed at 10. My husband said something about being thirsty, and I jumped out of bed to go get him a drink. (Understand that he does EVERYTHING for me, and I was very excited to be able to do something simple for him.)
I hit my foot against the wall. Needless to say I then screamed every swear word I knew and grabbed my foot. It hurt so bad. I got back into bed and took off my sock. I hit my second toe in and it looks like I cut it down under the nail. It hurts! Lol. I took a picture, but decided it was way to gross to put on here. I'm waiting for my doctor's appointment on my couch. It's the first time in 7 year I've missed work without knowing I'm going to miss work. My toe is disgusting and hurts like hell. I was screaming about how bad it hurts and how my husband just doesn't understand. My husband had a climbing accident 6 years ago that he broke his leg in half, and his back in 3 places. He smiled at me and then I remembered. Opps.
So it's either me that is hurt or Denali that is hurt. In High School I had a friend that every time one of us got hurt the same thing would happen to the other one of us. It was sort of spooky.
While I'm laying here waiting for my doctor's appointment I have time to post more random pictures and videos from this weekend.
Ms. Ophelia and her mom in their class. This is why I do dressage. The idea of doing flat classes with a bunch of other horses scares me!
More of my favorite show off pony. He was just so fun! I wish I could find his owner so I could give her some of these pictures.