. . . or Advil, or Motrin, or something. This isn't going to be much of a post tonight. I'm sitting here with a swollen knee that is black and blue and hurts like heck thanks to a not-to-be-named horse today. It is hurting enough that I, the person who abhors taking pills of any kind, am about to go rummage through the house and try to find some Advil or Tylenol or something because the pain is getting to me.
When I told Jason my knee hurt enough that I wanted to take something for it he immediately asked if I needed to go to the emergency room. Me taking an Advil really is that monumental. I'm not sure if that is something to be proud of or if that means I'm really stupid, or stubborn - or both. If anyone needs me I will be going through every drawer in our house desperately looking for Tylenol or some form of painkiller that has only been expired for three years or less. I'm convinced that when I get up in the morning the swelling and the pain will miraculously be gone. I guess I'll find out soon enough . . .
Those who read our last blog post will understand the significance of this picture. I realize it is a terrible picture taken from the wrong location but you can still get the point.
Moe and Leo having some playtime
Jason said he felt someone's nose on his neck so he took a selfie to see who was back there. It was Lighty.
Griselle and Sparky
Flyer and Faune
Romeo and Gus
Lucky, Snappy and Slinky
Noble, Merlin, Lucky and Lightening
Alex, Darby, Johnny and Lighty
Merlin, Noble, Fabrizzio and Walden. My mom had been walking along the driveway distributing treats at each pasture. They were staring her down hoping she would come back.
Dolly and MyLight
Leo, Elfin and Chance