I like This Time of Year. I don't like the cold or the snow. I don't like the fact that it is dark when I wake up, dim when I drive to work, and pitch-black when I drive home.
I don't like the 10 pounds of potatoes and pie that seem to have made their way onto my rear end.
But I do like that there is something waiting for me on the stoop almost every day.
|Ooooh, what's this ginormous box?|
|It makes the other boxes look tiny.|
|Even the tree is intimidated.|
This box is addressed to me, and in the interest of Really Wanting to Open It, I have decided that it is a late birthday present and not an early Christmas present. Late presents must be opened immediately, even before the work shoes come off. I mean, it might be perishable. There's not a moment to lose. This is a SAFETY issue.
|Voilà—it's out of the box! Still not impressed?|
|Oooh, ahhhh... The Kuda in all its glory.|
Blue has a date with dressage tomorrow. In the meantime, many thanks are due to my parents for the wiggle room in my budget and to my long-suffering husband for being such a good sport. Without his tacit agreement (an eye roll is as good as a nod, right?), I never would have bought this saddle.