A friend sent this in an email the other day, and it really tickled me:





Why do I like horses? I reckon I must be mad.

My mother wasn't horsey - And neither was my dad.



But the madness hit me early – and it hit me like a curse.

And I've never gotten better. In fact…I've gotten worse.



My stables are immaculate. My house is like a hovel.

Last year for my birthday - I got a brand new shovel.



I hardly read a paper - but I know who's… Continue