Friday, the 13th

Talked to my dad this morning.  He said he wouldn't check my blog again until the snow melted, since that's apparently how often I update now.  What.  Ever.

So today was Friday the 13th.  I never put much stock into stupid things...like Friday the 13th.  But...uhhh...I might be a convert.  I spent my morning in front of the computer.  Horsey medicine tends to slow down during the winter so I've found myself buried in busy-work.  But then, it got a bit busy.  A bit, as in a fractured face, a fractured jaw, and a fractured...boy part.  Yeah.  You read that right.  And they all managed to roll into the hospital within about three hours of each other!  Fuh-reaky!

All three horses are doing great.  One went home, one gets surgery tomorrow, and one is currently wearing a horse-size banana-hammock.  Yeah.  You read that right.  It was a late night, a lot of blood, and some way-too-easy one-liners.

I love my job!