I threaten hubby by telling him i'm moving to the barn.
My living room consists of more pieces of tack and grooming supplies rather than furniture and decorative things.
When husband is driving really fast on a down hill, and you lean back as if on the horse.
When he takes corners, I lean into them as if barrel racing, or weaving a pattern.
When your horse has a vendetta against your car because its in her tie spot.
Your more concerned about your fence than the roof on the shed or house.
You trudge through snow drifts just to make sure your herd is ok for the day, but refuse to clean the house.
I never see a doctor, but the vet is here regularly.
My truck needs repairs, but the horses need their hooves trimmed first.
When your facial expressions begin resembling a horses, and your husband is taking note of this, and recognizing every single one, and knows when to back away.
When a friend or family member gets a new horse and they want you to see and tell them what you think, you a) make it move away from you, b) make it yield various parts of body, c) make it come back to you, d) it follows you upon own choice, then you e) tell them what you think of said equine, and what it would most likely excel at, with its qualities/faults, and how much you like it yourself.