Friday, September 28, 2001

You know, I spent a lot of time at the horse auction thinking of how I would describe it to you, but now that I'm home, I'm too tired to remember. We sat in the livestock arena, clouds of smoke lingering overhead to oversee the activities. The stands were crowded with people in Wranglers and cowboy boots, at least half of which seemed to be ancient cowboys. In one balcony sat an amish father and son, most likely there to sell mules or grade horses, as they always seemed to be. In the opposite balcony sat the Cutest Cowgirl Ever, as I must award her. She bought an adorable pony for her daughters. I bought nothing. I looked around at the cowboys and said yum a lot. Horses were going really really cheap. Too bad I'm poor. At Wendys on the way home, my total was $1.38, and I gave the girl $1.32, and was getting more change when she said thanks and closed the window. Um, okay. 6 cents for me!

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