I realized I was still holding my dressage whip. I talk and direct with my hands a lot so I must have been waving my whip around like a mad-woman.
ROFL! LOL! Hehehehe.. I would've been so tempted to make a 50 Shades of Gray comment, just to see the looks on their faces. Hahaha.
I remember going to my dad's house. It's Thanksgiving, the whole family is there. He tells everyone, "Going out to feed the cows!" He gets on his John Deere, heads out with a large round bail. Typical day at the ranch. No big deal. But when he gets back none of us can recognize one inch of him. He's covered, front and back, head to toe, in shyte! Every single inch of him, covered in poo! All of us, same time, "Dad, what happened?" He's still flinging the poo off him, trying to get cleaned up enough to enter the house, standing in the door frame, "That DB (a horse he inherited who's name is Dumb B****h) decided she was gonna get pushy with the bull in order to get to my truck and they both knocked me out of the bed of the truck and into the creek!" Thankfully, no one was hurt, beside a bit of wounded pride. But the looks on the neighbor's faces when they walked up behind him- priceless.