Well, our bundle of joy is finally here. Winter Lily, or something like that, horse names is a whole other post. So, as expected, she showed up in the middle of the night after a week and a half of “any time now”. About 2AM on April fools day, irony? I don’t think so. I am alerted that “the gross part is done” and to come and take some pictures. After arriving in the barn I find two women in a stall trying not to get between mom and baby and trying to dry off a baby horse with towels. Here is me, trying to figure out who carried the towels prior to horses being domesticated.
So, I take a picture of this cute little black baby horse with a little white spot on her nose. When I comment on this I am informed that she is in fact gray. Now, I have spent the last ten years finding out that white horses are actually gray, and now they tell me the black one is. And women say that men are color blind. At least we can tell black from white.
I hear that there will in fact be a baby shower. What exactly do you get a baby horse? I don’t think that they make onesies in that size, or for four legs and a tail as far as that goes. I think I am really busy that day with a car show, or having to cut the grass, in Oregon. All of these ooh’s, aah’s and cuteness comments are enough to trigger a guy’s gag reflex quicker than a harajuku girl at a brony convention.
I guess that the baby is cute enough, and it makes them happy. So guys, once again, just swallow the sarcastic comments and say, “yes dear, it’s adorable”.
So, I take a picture of this cute little black baby horse with a little white spot on her nose. When I comment on this I am informed that she is in fact gray. Now, I have spent the last ten years finding out that white horses are actually gray, and now they tell me the black one is. And women say that men are color blind. At least we can tell black from white.
I hear that there will in fact be a baby shower. What exactly do you get a baby horse? I don’t think that they make onesies in that size, or for four legs and a tail as far as that goes. I think I am really busy that day with a car show, or having to cut the grass, in Oregon. All of these ooh’s, aah’s and cuteness comments are enough to trigger a guy’s gag reflex quicker than a harajuku girl at a brony convention.
I guess that the baby is cute enough, and it makes them happy. So guys, once again, just swallow the sarcastic comments and say, “yes dear, it’s adorable”.