YOU KNOW YOU ARE AT A HORSE SHOW WHEN:
You have two small bags packed and your horse has a trunk of clothes and half a
pickup load of equipment.
You run a comb through your hair once in a
weekend and call it good and then spend 2 hours a day banding your horse's mane
and combing out his tail.
Your horse smells better than you.
Your horse dresses better than you.
Your horse eats better than you.
Your horse gets more sleep than you.
People know your horse's name, his parents' names, his show record, etc, but all they know about you is "Aren't you
the person who owns (insert your horse's name)?".
You spend hundreds of dollars on shavings, stall rent, entry fees, etc. and then can't decide whether you should buy a
large or small lemonade for yourself.
You have a pocket calculator in your back pocket to figure points.
You can sprain your ankle, break 3 fingernails, get a mild concussion, sprain
your back, have someone back into your truck, get food poisoning,
heatstroke, sunburn, lose your dog, lose your kid, and still call it a
successful weekend because your horse won his class.
ARE WE ALL NUTS OR WHAT????? J