Two weeks ago we went to a horse show out in the country. Took us about 1.5 hours to get there. We were all rather excited about the event. Holly had been going on and on about the horses, how much fun we'd have...we were all excited.

We climbed into the car, drove forever to get out to "Virginia Horse Country" and it was beautiful... When we got to the town where they were having the horse show we actually passed the darned thing before we knew we were past it. It was a bit small... To our surprise we found out that all the fun events like, show jumping, or people riding on horses, or competitions that involved more than one horse at a time all had happened on FRIDAY, the day before. All that was going on Saturday was the individual group judging...so the best 2-year-old horses, the best horses that are brown (OK so I made that last one up). BUT, we did get to see some of the horses close up--like when we went to get lunch and there weren't any tables at which to sit--- (because both of them were broken) so we picnicked under a shade tree right where this lady was giving her horse a bath. Well, the horse didn't want to have a bath--much like any normal two-year-old--so it pitched a fit and stepped all in this huge pile of straw and sawdust that had been mucked out of a stall. This made the lady giving the horse a bath, well, pretty pissed off at the horse. So she was scolding it, it was getting more and more agitated and in an effort to get away from the lady came about 8 feet from running right over us. I grabbed the kids and we all backed up about 20 feet not knowing what was going to happen next. Ahhh, horses.

The highlight for me, though was when this happened in the show ring. I didn't take the picture...I think Eli did. Atta-boy! It pretty much summed up our entire "horse show" experience.

Now to be fair, Holly suffered through the Boat Races...Now we're even.