10: Number of trees I pruned/cut down with my favorite tool of all time, the reciprocating saw.
9: Number of donuts Moe ate Sunday afternoon. Unsurprisingly, the apple fritters were his favorite.
8: Number of times Johnny complained about the cold, windy weather after I persuaded him to come riding.
7: Number of times Moe started cantering while hacking in the hay meadow; also the number of times I was concerned Johnny might actually fall off the horse.
6: Number of half halts required to slow Moe down to an extended trot.
5: Number of properties I fantasized about buying in the UK after finding a job I am totally qualified for at the British Horse Society.
4: Number of hours spent hauling brush out of the back yard. Some advice if you’re house-hunting: don’t buy the place with beautiful, elaborate landscaping unless you’re REALLY into gardening. Buy a house whose yard is rocks.
3: Number of weekends I’ve now put off cleaning Moe’s sheath because the weather is cold. Next weekend, smegma. I’m coming for you.
2: Number of beers I had Saturday night before falling asleep while playing Pokemon on my DS. #oldmillenialprobs
1: Number of times I practiced the Prix Caprilli walk/trot test on my friend’s horse in preparation for taking him to the next dressage show. Turns out dressage with tiny jumps is super fun on a horse who will trot up to, over, and away from crossrails at a perfectly sedate pace.
How was your weekend?