We Are Not Horse People

These horses, and subsequent lifestyle, do not belong to us. Photo courtesy of Matt Schloss

We are not horse people, not even a little bit. I don't think those animals would tolerate our snarky sense of humor, our unusual food habits, or our flatulence.

The kids love horses at all costs, but although I can delight them with djembe beatnik improv, I disappoint in my ability to bring them them the skewbald jumping pony.

It all evens out. I invest my time and (cosmic) energy into my kids, which is the real gift. Plus, all I have to do to get them to stop whining about horses is to explain that riding usually doesn't include a WiFi connection. Booyah!

P.S. I have worn a jeans jacket at times to good effect.