Horsie stuff and Still ANGRY.

My horsie friends are having a picnic May 17th. Diane and I are going to travel to Cookville and it shall be most enjoyable. I wonder if we're having a trailride that day, too? If so, I need to make more plans. I know Diane's going to make Deviled Eggs, but I have no idea in the -world- as to what I'm going to bring. I took two deserts to the horse fair, so I think it's only fair to bring some kind of main course this time. I'm not, after all, a one trick pony. Hopefully we'll start trail riding the week after that. Anything they want to do is fine with me, I have -no- plans for this summer. *Dance*

I've got to clean my English Saddle, the cats keep knocking it down and I do -not- want it ruint. That would seriously piss me off. My western saddle needs a new girth to it, my old one is falling apart. >.>

A note to a: I have -so- much hurt and anger towards you right now. So so much. I'm making this an edit because even though we are no longer friends, we're still, much to your dismay, family. I'm sorry that I was such a boring drag on your life. I'm sorry that I made you -so- miserable and unhappy. I'm sorry you couldn't take more from me than I could give. I'm sorry I was a fat embarassment to you. Remember, though. You reap what you sew.