First off, I thought I was gonna be twarted about my annual tradition of eating black eyed peas for luck. (Southern thing). I had forgotten to set the beans out to soak the nite before, and there were no cans on the shelf. Quick trip to the store showed no cans of black eyed peas there either! But we headed to see the step kids anyway (they are grown, but we still call them kids). We stopped for gas, and I was delighted to find they had my black eyed peas! So, we got to eat some anyway.
Then, we got back that evening, fed the horses dinner and went inside. My hubby hadn't been back from letting the horses out for about an hour when I get a phone call, my horses are in the feild across the road! By now it was pitch black and COLD cold cold. Plus I had pj bottoms and a t-shirt, and had grabbed my coat and shoes, no layers. But I found the big mare first, and led her back to the barn (no halter or rope again) and hubby led the gelding back. Both of us had our arms around thier necks and holding on to a bit of mane. The stud colt followed my husband. A cop had pulled into our drive and was directing traffic to stop while we walked the horses across. The stud colt opted to start grazing in the front yard when we got back, and the officer took the incentive and put his arm around the colt's neck as he had seen me and the hubby do and he walked the colt back to the barn with us, pretty as you please. I was glad my baby boy was so good for him. Then we rehung the gate and now my hubby has to put a bolt over the hinge so they can't lift it any more. Oh, the joys of horsekeeping.
Boy, I SHORE hope the rest of the year is less eventful!!