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The shampoo and conditioner in your shower is Suave and the shampoo and conditioner in the tack room is Paul Mitchell
Your horse nibbles the diamond out of you engagement ring, which causes your heart to stop. But when he spits it out (and you find it!) with a snort of disgust, you just give him a big hug and kiss and say lovingly, "You big goof, you."
The horse's Christmas present costs more than your husband's.
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« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2010, 07:10:54 PM » |
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There is nothing wrong with using mild, non 'ultra', dish soap as long as you rinse very well.
And you know you're horse crazy in love, if... you can put up with one that is blind (but, very precious to me), and one that is ADD!
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« Reply #3 on: December 09, 2010, 05:18:30 PM » |
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Ah but Tisbouncy, look how much that blind horse has taught to so many "sighted" people! Hope to see you this Saturday, the 11th, for our Christmas tack sale. Lots of new stuff has come in and more every day.
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« Reply #4 on: December 09, 2010, 05:33:19 PM » |
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You have at least one black toenail, compliments of your horse's heavy hoof, made heavier by his expensive shoe (see below).
You spend more for his shoes than you do for yours.
His tack matches perfectly, your accessories, not so much.
Your favorite saddle is worth more than the Blue Book value of your last car, which you traded in for a big, trailer-hauling pickup truck that you'll be making payments on for what feels like forever.
If your house was on fire and your dogs and cats were outside, you'd run in to save that saddle.
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« Reply #5 on: December 09, 2010, 10:17:35 PM » |
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...when you start calling your children your horse's names... ...when you first wake up in the morning and your first thoughts are on feeding the horses.....  |
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« Reply #6 on: December 09, 2010, 10:23:48 PM » |
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Oh yes...had it not been for that crazy horse love....when he stepped on my foot (and found out later he fractured my foot  )....I still got on him and went riding.....what is more crazy than that....  |
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« Reply #7 on: December 10, 2010, 07:21:56 AM » |
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... you know exactly how much hay and grain are in the barn, but not a clue what you can cook for dinner for the kids ....
... you have more stinky pairs of shoes than 'good' shoes....
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« Reply #8 on: December 10, 2010, 12:22:59 PM » |
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This getting good...we will be airing all of our issues and "dirty laundry"...confession is good for the soul.. ''''''''''childhood memory'''''''''I grew up in the Virgin Islands (St. Thomas). Many times I would let our horses out of their pasture to graze around the house. And on one of those days, I had fallen asleep to hear my mother calling me to come and get the horses out of the livingroom.....yes...we were horse crazy in love, and our horses knew it! The two horses were both standing asleep in the livingroom...those are precious memories that happened a few times. How did they get in....island living...front door always open....  |
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« Reply #9 on: December 10, 2010, 02:50:38 PM » |
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..When you come home from work and the first thing you do is change to go to the barn and you miss out on dinner...
... When you run out to put a blanket on your horse and it is 40 degrees out and you are only in pj's and slippers......
... When a hurricane is coming and you have everything prepared for your horse to be taken care of and the shutters are not even on the house yet!....
The list can go on and on.. It is amazing that our significant other don't leave us!!
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« Reply #10 on: December 10, 2010, 03:38:16 PM » |
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And that would be why early on in my relationship with my husband I frequently and proudly wore a tee shirt that said "Love me, love my horse".
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« Reply #11 on: December 10, 2010, 11:40:12 PM » |
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...and wouldn't we be treading in dangerous waters if we were so "horse crazy in love if"...we would rather be with our horses than our spouses ...thank God for our sakes my hubby rides with me  ....  |
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« Reply #12 on: December 12, 2010, 11:05:03 PM » |
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when the kids birthdays are remembered only when one of my horses birthdays are around that time. There's usually nothing to fix for dinner, but can always find time to soak hay cubes, mix supplements, soak bran, you name it.
I spend more time sweeping and cleaning the barn than I ever do the house.
The muckers are always easy to find...unlike going out with hubby and "can't find a thing to wear."
When the big guy landed on my foot, it takes me two weeks to go to the doc cause now it's infected and imagine that!! with broken bones...but I had to finishing working on his mane!
Hubby bought me golf clubs and I said I can't go cause it's too hot...now it's not too hot and I can't find another excuse.
Hubby rides with me if he wants to spend time with me...not fair...I know...but I love the guys!
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« Reply #13 on: December 13, 2010, 10:33:18 AM » |
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When your car is full of dirt and hay, and you don't even notice.
You proudly walk around the mall/any public place in your breeches with your tall socks on and sneakers.
You have more "barn" shirts than regular shirts.
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« Reply #14 on: December 13, 2010, 12:53:01 PM » |
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When you horses have more winter "clothes" than you!
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« Reply #15 on: December 14, 2010, 08:26:44 PM » |
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......when one of your kids says...."you treat the horse better than me!" But I was quick to say...."I ride with spurs and a crop.....are you feeling the love now?"
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« Reply #17 on: December 15, 2010, 11:54:54 AM » |
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when people at work think your horses name is your husband. happened to me once about 6 years ago someone gave me an invitation card inviting my name and my horses name on the card?? She told me she thought Tony was my husband. honest mistake. thought that was funny. |
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« Reply #18 on: December 15, 2010, 01:02:10 PM » |
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when people at work think your horses name is your husband.
happened to me once about 6 years ago someone gave me an invitation card inviting my name and my horses name on the card??
She told me she thought Tony was my husband. honest mistake. thought that was funny. hee, hee, hee -- Now that is just sad . . . funny as all get out, but just really sad . . . LOL!! |
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« Reply #19 on: December 16, 2010, 09:58:59 PM » |
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You and your horse have the same birthday
You have a picture of your horse on your nightstand
Your husband tells everyone that if a choice has to be made between him and the horses, the horses stay
You spend $4 a pound on peaches for one horse and buy red seedless grapes for the other one
You cut up your horses treats to make it easier for them to eat
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« Reply #20 on: December 17, 2010, 12:24:52 PM » |
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These are getting really good! I cracked up laughing at Classic2010's story of her horses sleeping in the living room. Growing up in New England, we had a mud room. Came home one day to find that Cherokee had let himself into the mud room and that the outside door had closed behind him. That room was barely bigger than Cherokee but he was such a level-headed horse he waited patiently until we came home and let him out. He did eat all of the sugar cubes that we kept there to grab on the way out the door so his confinement wasn't too terrible. He also once let himself into the front porch, which had a lot more room but no sugar cubes. I used to spend all day on that horse, even eating lunch while mounted, and keep riding until way after dark. When I had surgery on my foot, I practically lived on Cherokee.
That horse taught me honesty and responsibility and kindness and empathy.
The rule in my house was that the animals were to be taken care of before I had my meal. That was such an easy rule to adhere to I never missed a meal.
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« Reply #21 on: December 17, 2010, 01:19:57 PM » |
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...thus..you know you're horse crazy in love when your horses eat before you do.....and that is always the cardinal rule in my book. Oh yes---horse lovers do things differently. Ingrid Taskin has on her e-mail---hope I quote it correctly---I'll give it a shot--'there are horse people and then there are just other people'. Saddlediva has sparked another memory---believe me I have so many because we are 'horse people'. My mother literally found my horse, Flicka, on the back end of a gulf course. She was 2 days old..the mother was dieing...long story made short...found the owner...he gave us the baby (island living) and so my mother raised this baby filly from 2 days old. We have stories from here to eternity with Flicka...but here is a taste. My mother cared for her almost 24/7. Bottle fed--in the house---and here is where it does get a little different. My mother would pick us from school everyday..and she would bring Flicka in the back seat of the car. She would promptly go to sleep and thoroughly was enjoying the ride. And on those occasions , my mother would also stop at the post office to get the mail. Flicka would then pop her head up and people/tourist would see her and, oh, did they have a story to tell when they got back from their vacation in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands. And I grew up at the mercy of thinking this kind of living is normal... ....the woes of horse lovers... |
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« Reply #22 on: December 17, 2010, 01:49:20 PM » |
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We were lucky to have the childhoods that we did! Although it sounds like Classic2010's was a little more colorful than most. It's those other people I feel sorry for, the ones who didn't grow up with animals. As a kid, we would ride to the beach and gallop along for a while, then go swimming with the horses. We worked out elaborate water ballets with the horses, sliding off of the horse then holding on to the mane while we floated on our backs, sliding back on to the horse, then sliding back to hold on to the horse's tail. That I don't recomend as the hooves are frighteningly close. I also once fell asleep on Cherokee (bareback) coming home after a long day, and he got us safely home, as always.
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« Reply #23 on: December 17, 2010, 02:16:20 PM » |
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Love it Susan -- I can just picture you and Cherokee together. To paraphrase one of the famous quotes by Winston Churchill -- "No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle." - or with or on a horse either . . .  |
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« Reply #24 on: December 18, 2010, 01:30:00 AM » |
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...I quoted Ingrid's little cute saying wrong. '..there are horse people and then there is everybody else....' Animals definitely are the icing on the cake...and studies have shown how animals can be a benefit to our health. Here's to living long healthy lives because of our horses!! |
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« Reply #25 on: December 23, 2010, 01:20:56 AM » |
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Cheokee and I entered only one horse show, at Art's Farm in Rockland. We set off early, cutting through the woods and got there in time. We looked over the list of classes and decided on Trail and Obstacle. That class filled up quickly and soon had 35 entrants. I looked over the competition and hoped for the best. We had never even been to a horse show! The class started and watching my competition, I felt that people weren't mentally connected to their horses. When a horse got flustered, the rider seemed to make it worse by rushing the poor horse who didn't understand what was being asked of it. I decided that our approach would be that Cherokee would understand what I wanted from him. We entered the ring and there wasn't one thing that we hadn't done on one of our many trail rides. I made sure Cherokee took a good look at each obstacle and even take a good sniff if he wanted to. We made our way through all of the obstacles and I was surprised when the applause started. We had the only clear ride so far, and by the end of the class, still the only clear round. My mother made in time to see us in the class and pick up our litle trophy, I bought Cherokee a bag of Fritos and then set off for home. I told that story to a friend of mine and she said,"You rode from your house to Art's Farm, competed, stayed the day and then rode home? Do you know how far that is?" "No idea," I confessed. "It's about 20 miles each way!" "Well, shoot, I had to get there somehow. And we won our class so it was worth it."
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« Reply #26 on: December 26, 2010, 07:37:16 AM » |
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Since Santa was just here I had to add......your just as excited about the Rambo Rugs you got for your "best dressed horse" as that beautiful Tiffany box he brought for you!
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« Reply #27 on: December 29, 2010, 12:16:19 AM » |
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« Reply #28 on: December 31, 2010, 11:31:22 PM » |
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You're horse crazy in love when, in planning the new barn, you worry about where to place the horse shoes from horses past. They finally ended up embedded in the cement deck, on either side of the tack room door. Cherokee's shoes (from the early '70s!) on the north side because I had him in New England and Buckaroo's shoes on the south side because we had him down here. My father's personalized gaming chips are embedded everywhere, as well as brand new pennies from that year, and little, tiny glass hearts. Whew! Now I have room in my head to worry about all the other stuff that doesn't have to be worried about.
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« Reply #29 on: January 01, 2011, 08:01:08 PM » |
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The check book has a way of revealing what we really care about......
Shoe changes every 5 weeks like clock work. Meanwhile I tried taping a rip in my rubber boot with duct tape; don't bother it doesn't stick.
Shopping atleast 2 stores for the better hay and sometimes 3 if your not satisfied with the other 2.
Buying the large bag of organic carrots at Publix for 'the family.' And sharing a beer with our 4 legged friends. Men can have the dogs for their best friends; we all love our dogs too; but I think the horse is the hands down favorite for us ladies. Theres nothing like that special nicker just for you. And how sometimes they just seem to read your mind and move over and you didn't even ask.
Boy do I relate to the one post about not knowing whats for our supper; but the horses have theirs and are already eating.
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« Reply #30 on: January 01, 2011, 10:52:22 PM » |
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when you'd rather muck every stall in the barn than do ANY Cleaning in your house!
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« Reply #31 on: January 02, 2011, 06:10:41 PM » |
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..........when you have been on a wonderful Christmas vacation.....and you think the highlight of your lovely vacation with your beloved family is.....coming home to the horses........ |
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« Reply #32 on: January 02, 2011, 11:10:27 PM » |
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I did petsitting for my good friends this past week and I always like to leave the barn spotless for their return. Since it was Christmas, I wanted her barn and animals to shine. She called me up at 9 P.M. and she was flabbergasted. "What did you do to my barn? How did you get it so clean?! Did you bleach the floors or something?" All it took on my part was a little time and elbow grease, but the fact that she was thrilled made me so happy for her. Her horses were curried and brushed and shiny and happy. All in all it was an unexpected Christmas gift for her and she couldn't have been happier, which made me happy. What goes around.......
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« Reply #33 on: January 04, 2011, 11:13:54 PM » |
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You know you are horse crazy in love...when you, "Saddlediva", and I love your name, clean other people's horses and barn. That's just good integrety..... |
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« Reply #34 on: January 08, 2011, 06:42:00 PM » |
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My favorite and only trainer called me that because I loved bringing in different saddles to try and she kindly allowed me to do that and then, since I had so many saddles I had to start selling some so I decided it was the perfect name to use as my "brand". A friend even set up a web site named TheSaddleDiva.com but I never keep it up to date as I prefer to meet the people and as soon as I get a saddle listed, I sell it down here. But I'm not a diva about anything else (except maybe my horses) I swear.
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« Reply #35 on: January 12, 2011, 09:15:13 PM » |
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You teach your horse and pony to nod yes, smile, drool (only the horse drools on demand; the pony is far too dignified to do something so crass) and give kisses when asked if they have mad love for me. Unfortunately, the kiss always comes after the drooly smile. People always crack up laughing when they see my two goofs doing their stupid horse tricks, because I'll be standing behind someone giving the hand signals and say, "Basco, are you happy to see Ann?" And they both nod "Yes" quite vigorously. Then I'll ask, "Really happy?" At which point they smile. Then I'll ask, "Really, really happy?" And then Basco will smile and drool and look as goofy as possible. Then I ask if he has mad love for me and I get a big drooly kiss. I should have taught the kiss first!
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« Reply #36 on: January 13, 2011, 08:05:20 AM » |
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You teach your horse and pony to nod yes, smile, drool (only the horse drools on demand; the pony is far too dignified to do something so crass) and give kisses when asked if they have mad love for me. Unfortunately, the kiss always comes after the drooly smile. People always crack up laughing when they see my two goofs doing their stupid horse tricks, because I'll be standing behind someone giving the hand signals and say, "Basco, are you happy to see Ann?" And they both nod "Yes" quite vigorously. Then I'll ask, "Really happy?" At which point they smile. Then I'll ask, "Really, really happy?" And then Basco will smile and drool and look as goofy as possible. Then I ask if he has mad love for me and I get a big drooly kiss. I should have taught the kiss first!
Haha, that's too funny!! My pony knows how to give kisses- her old owner taught her. And she'll generally do it for me anyitme, but someone else has to have a treat! :p I'm still trying to figure out how to teach her to smile and nod... |
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« Reply #37 on: January 13, 2011, 11:49:35 AM » |
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But I'm not a diva about anything else (except maybe my horses) I swear. And I can vouch for that fact 110%! She is the most down to earth and genuine person you could ever meet. |
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« Reply #38 on: January 17, 2011, 09:08:47 PM » |
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« Reply #39 on: January 18, 2011, 09:33:17 PM » |
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Flicka sounds like quite a character. I would have loved to have met her, Classic. My Saddlebred loves to play tongue games, especially when he's sleepy. It seems to comfort him. First it's the licking, then cing the tongue, then sticking the tongue out the right side of his mouth, then the left
Oh, Ann, you're too good to me. I'm blushing.
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« Reply #40 on: January 19, 2011, 10:18:03 AM » |
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I don't know why it came out "ed" her tongue? But obviously I am saying she ED her tongue....yes...Flicka was a product of human intervention. She thought my mother was her mother since my mother did raise her. I think this story is definitely in the category of "you know you're horse crazy in love". (P.S. Many years later, I rescued a Rottweiler from the shelter in St. Thomas, and one reason why I got him was because his huge tongue would hang to the side of his mouth...reminding me of Flicka. I don't know what's going on with the tongues hanging out in the islands??)
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« Reply #41 on: January 19, 2011, 10:18:48 AM » |
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« Reply #42 on: January 19, 2011, 10:20:58 AM » |
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I can't get this posting to say s..u..c..k..e..d her tongue. Maybe typing it out this way will work...
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« Reply #43 on: January 19, 2011, 11:26:23 AM » |
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I can't get this posting to say s..u..c..k..e..d her tongue. Maybe typing it out this way will work... It's because of the automatic censoring filters on the forum that prevent any combination of letters that form what is considered to be an obscene word from appearing. For example, the words c.a.na.l, c.o.c.katiel, and as you've found out - s.u.c.ked or any variation of that word, have the "offensive" letter combinations deleted/blocked out when typed normally. They're just trying to keep the site clean and family friendly. |
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« Reply #44 on: January 19, 2011, 07:37:38 PM » |
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Yes...I finally figured that out...it was just too funny trying to get that word out.
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When you go shopping at Roebecks rather than Publix so you can buy apples and carrots by the case(s) for the horses..... because they just happen to have them.  |
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